Now I'm getting nervous.
But you know, what am I supposed to do?
Run?
I woke up to Elijah puking on me this morning. Right after, he smiled with that gummy smile. God, I love this kid. I guess when you're a mother you think of all kinds of horrible things that could happen to your child. But I thought it through. If anything happens to me, Gramma will know what to do. I'm not looking forward to Debbie the Dyke, but that's life. A slate filled with highs and lows. I guess this is my time to sew. So, I better make the best out of a bad situation.
I couldn't sleep at all. I just kept staring at my son...
My story:
My body slammed up against the wall, while the blood trailed me down to the floor. The shot rang through my ears and I wasn't certain that it had hit me. It sure hit me all right, right through the heart. Who was it that shot me, my lover or my husband? I couldn't tell since the gun was hidden inside their scuffle. "Hey Guys, you're killin'me," was all I could get passed my lips before everything turned cold and black.
xoxo qui
9:14 a.m. - 2003-01-16
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