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Chapter 9~ Something I wrote
To whomever this may concern, It's been three weeks now, since the accident. The accident that claimed the one thing in my life, I could always count on. My mom. Now, this wasn't my idea, it was that stupid idiot theripist, however the hell you spell it. He said that it would help rid me of pain. Whatever, that guy is just like all the other quacks. Trying to pry money out of people, pretending he cares. I don't need anyone but myself. And, maybe Angela. My mom really liked her, I remember. They would sit and make fun of me, I'd be pissed, but I knew they were just playing me.
When they first told me about my ma, I thought it was some sick twisted joke. But even I knew that Jimmy couldn't be that much of a jackass. Kim was there too. She cried. God, I hate seeing women cry. They got me ready for surgery, and I hadn't even noticed. The Doc told me that my mom was giving me her kidneys, even if she didn't know it. I know that's what she would have wanted. I never expected her to die. I know that was stupid of me to think, seeming how everyone dies, but I guess my thick head never let me see that part of the world. I could watch a stranger die, from the bullet of my own gun, but, just hearing the news that my ma had died, and without even witnessing it, inside, I crumbled.
Faith said she wanted to stay with me, make sure I was alright. I over heard her saying that its hard to except that I have someone else in my life, who can take care of me. And that, I don't really need her anymore. I could never tell her different, because I don't know how. Gee, for someone who doesn't want to be doing this, I'm sure saying a lot.
Ty is happy. He and Melaniee finally got hitched. It was a week ago, but it feels a hell of a lot longer to me. They act like one of those TV couples, you just want to shoot, because they're unrealistic. Huggapoo, crap like that. I cant tell you how much that annoys me. Davis calls her that, I swear, fifty times a day. She calls him snuggles. Its sick, but kind of entertaining at the same time. And, to be truthful, I'm kinda jealous. I will never let Davis catch wind of this though. I'm burning this, as soon as I'm done complaining.
My ma's funeral was nice. A lot of people came. People that I knew as a child, but didn't come to know of, as an adult. I don't even know if that makes sense.
Faith had planned a really nice eulogy for me. I found it crumpled in her coat. I'm sticking it in this. I don't want to be reminded of what could have been, and what actually became.
I stood before everyone, and said as best as I could. I loved my ma..more then anyone will ever know. I had no idea how to put so many years, so many memories, and so much love, into one speech. But this, is what I came up with:
Through the years, you taught me right, you shunned the wrong Through the times, you held me stand, pulled me along Through the darkness, you shined a light on me, I was found Through the weakness, you held out a hand, I held on, best I knew how Through whatever life threw our way, you tried to smile, wipe the tears away Through all that I am, and all that I have become, you are the one love I have always known, and will forever keep, in my heart.
I don't know how that sounded to everyone else. But, I did the best that I could. No matter how hard I tried, or wanted, I could never have made my mom come back to life.
I came into this world, into this life, with my ma, but I leave this time, and walk alone, by myself, once more.
**Poem will be published on Poetry.com under the name Christina Jane- so look for it soon!*
Chapter 9~ Something I wrote
To whomever this may concern, It's been three weeks now, since the accident. The accident that claimed the one thing in my life, I could always count on. My mom. Now, this wasn't my idea, it was that stupid idiot theripist, however the hell you spell it. He said that it would help rid me of pain. Whatever, that guy is just like all the other quacks. Trying to pry money out of people, pretending he cares. I don't need anyone but myself. And, maybe Angela. My mom really liked her, I remember. They would sit and make fun of me, I'd be pissed, but I knew they were just playing me.
When they first told me about my ma, I thought it was some sick twisted joke. But even I knew that Jimmy couldn't be that much of a jackass. Kim was there too. She cried. God, I hate seeing women cry. They got me ready for surgery, and I hadn't even noticed. The Doc told me that my mom was giving me her kidneys, even if she didn't know it. I know that's what she would have wanted. I never expected her to die. I know that was stupid of me to think, seeming how everyone dies, but I guess my thick head never let me see that part of the world. I could watch a stranger die, from the bullet of my own gun, but, just hearing the news that my ma had died, and without even witnessing it, inside, I crumbled.
Faith said she wanted to stay with me, make sure I was alright. I over heard her saying that its hard to except that I have someone else in my life, who can take care of me. And that, I don't really need her anymore. I could never tell her different, because I don't know how. Gee, for someone who doesn't want to be doing this, I'm sure saying a lot.
Ty is happy. He and Melaniee finally got hitched. It was a week ago, but it feels a hell of a lot longer to me. They act like one of those TV couples, you just want to shoot, because they're unrealistic. Huggapoo, crap like that. I cant tell you how much that annoys me. Davis calls her that, I swear, fifty times a day. She calls him snuggles. Its sick, but kind of entertaining at the same time. And, to be truthful, I'm kinda jealous. I will never let Davis catch wind of this though. I'm burning this, as soon as I'm done complaining.
My ma's funeral was nice. A lot of people came. People that I knew as a child, but didn't come to know of, as an adult. I don't even know if that makes sense.
Faith had planned a really nice eulogy for me. I found it crumpled in her coat. I'm sticking it in this. I don't want to be reminded of what could have been, and what actually became.
I stood before everyone, and said as best as I could. I loved my ma..more then anyone will ever know. I had no idea how to put so many years, so many memories, and so much love, into one speech. But this, is what I came up with:
Through the years, you taught me right, you shunned the wrong Through the times, you held me stand, pulled me along Through the darkness, you shined a light on me, I was found Through the weakness, you held out a hand, I held on, best I knew how Through whatever life threw our way, you tried to smile, wipe the tears away Through all that I am, and all that I have become, you are the one love I have always known, and will forever keep, in my heart.
I don't know how that sounded to everyone else. But, I did the best that I could. No matter how hard I tried, or wanted, I could never have made my mom come back to life.
I came into this world, into this life, with my ma, but I leave this time, and walk alone, by myself, once more.
**Poem will be published on Poetry.com under the name Christina Jane- so look for it soon!*