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Here I lay on a hard wooden floor. Waiting for the time where my eyes would be shut forever. But that time came very slowly for me. As time passes by I stay on that hard wooden floor, wondering what will become of me. A red puddle formed all around me and grew by the minute. Tears coming down my face in fear that he might come back. But why did he leave me here? Why not finish me? Instead of killing me fast, he let me lay here and slowly suffer. I try and look for a way to get help. Unable to move my body, I lay there. Hoping someone will hurry and save me. I yell and yell but no sound will come out of me mouth. But the puddle grows and grows with each moment I try and make. Scared for my life, I pray; I pray for my life to be saved. If I wanted to die it wouldn't be like this. Here I lay on this hard wooden floor. I think on how I got here. A few hours ago, I was in a comfy bed sound asleep. That all changed when a strange man walked into my room. Without a second for him to lose he took me over and I didn't agree to it. He took me and did something I refused to do. I struggled and struggled to get free but it was no use. By the time I realized my surroundings he had already gone. And here I lay on a hrad wooden floor. But there I was motionless, fading away. I heard the voices of the officers but I knew they wouldn't get here in time. My eyes slowly closing, I finally saw the man, the officer, who killed me... who saved me. But no will know the truth. The truth about a man who saves lives yet he took mine, an innocent girl's life.
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» left by Teresa Ortiz (152 days 6 hours ago.)
Hi Gigi, I may be wrong, but your stories reveal such pain and heartbreak. I read your bio and you talk about writing about what you read. I am wondering if these are based on what you read or do they reflect what is in your heart? I am praying for you. You write with passion and you make me feel for the one you are writing about. Forgive my ignorance. Blessings to you. Teresa Respond to this comment
» left by Gigi (136 days 21 hours ago.)
I'm writing this basic on what happened to my best friend... Jess. She died January 21, 2008. And that poem is deicated to her. She was like a sister to me... I knew her since she was born. just how I felt at the time, and I tried picturing what went threw her mind. Doesn't everyone want to know what went through the minds of their dead loved ones?
That's my theory of what might went threw her mind. Thank you for your concern, and no need to apologize.
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