• Introduction


    "My heart is too weak" were the last words my mother had said to me. Until then, she fell asleep but never woke up. And to try and shake your mother awake from the dead is something no twelve year old should do. Not only is my mom stolen from me, but now the memories;
    No more gazing at every star that falls.
    No more laughs to play over.
    No more smiles to strengthen my heart.
    No more kisses to heal me.
    No more.
    She had gone.
    Forever.
    Worse than a murder scene.
    Yet before I knew it, God had called for her to come up, and she answered.
    Mom's never coming home, no matter how much I plead, she's not.



    ~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~



    Chapter 1


    I screamed on the top of my lungs, closing my eyes and trying with every muscle in my body to hold onto my mother; my life. While nurses, doctors, Security, and my dad were yelling to let go of her, I realized these people . . . the people who are sperating us could care less if I just left without a sound. The only time they'll ever care is when they see me cry on the walls of blood in the bathroom that burns my skin cold. The atmosphere in there would force you to close your eyes. Just wish for everything to be closer than my pain, but these wrists do not lie. You hear them plead her back uncontrollably like the tears I've shed because of these people. The ones pulling me away. Everything made me feel broken, like I have no place in life, even though this is suppose to make me strong.
    Looking at myself head-to-toe, I examined myself: dyed black hair, hazel eyes, snake bites, flawless skin, perfect white smile, sparkling heart necklace, tight band tee, exposed scared wrists, black nail with white tip, metal studded belt, skiny jeans, with hightops.
    More than anything, I just wanted to turn away from it all like a blind man and fade away into darknes, but love dares you care about ourselves and others, love dares for just too many things that kills me to do.
    I do wonder what's my world going to be now without the one who gave me life. Frightened, I will await to see.


    To Be Continued . . .