luis looked at me, and i turned away,unable to see what i had done to him, his tousled blonde hair, matted and stained with his blood.1
I had been extra good, the temptation had gone, away, but that was before I went home. That was before, he started talking again...2
"why did you do it!" I screeched at the familiar eyes that stared at me from the mirror.Then i heard luis speak these words; "mommy I was glad to see you...why did you hurt me?" and with those words, i snapped. I grabbed him up, cleaned his cuts, and rushed him to the hospital.I am now sitting in a hospital chair, writing this journal, in the hopes that getting it down will make it better,waiting for the clothes they promised, sitting drenched in my sons blood makes me feel like a murderer. then I thought, i am a murderer, the worst kind, the one who is a victim to themself, and a hazard to those they love.3
longing for a cure,4
marie "the ripper" Jayson
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yoou should continue
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Ahhhh! Damn you!
This was so effing interesting
and then it just ended like that!
Grr!!!
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Ooooh, this could be interesting!!
You should really continue!!
I wannnaaa reaadd more Kimmmyyy!!! loolz
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