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Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Also, I've decided to make it easier on people to let me know what they think, and give me more ideas of what to write. If you would like, I can be reached via email or Yahoo! messenger at AdorableKittens2002@Yahoo.com or via AOL instant messenger as PrincessSpzMnky . Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like. =) Happy Reading! =)
WARNING!!!!!
IF YOU AREN'T CRYING ALREADY, I CAN JUST ABOUT GUARANTEE THAT YOU WILL BE VERY SOON. SO STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND IMMEDIATELY RUN FOR TISSUES! YOU WILL BE NEEDING THEM! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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Mom Please Tell Me
"Mom . . . Please tell me . . . . ." Tommy begged.
"Oh Honey . . . . . I really wish it didn't have to be this way . . . . ."
"Mom, please. I need to know . . . . ." Christine stayed silent for another moment, before finally speaking.
"Doctor Fowler . . . . . . . . . He said she really isn't doing very good . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." There was a long, deafening silence before anyone spoke again. Tears streamed down Tommy's face as he stood outside the door. His mind was completely numb as his heart broke into millions of tiny little pieces.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How long . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." Tommy finally asked, when he found his voice again.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You should go see her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . You don't know, do you? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Doctor Fowler said she's got a 30-40% chance . . . . . . . . . . . ."
"Chance of what?" Tommy asked, getting irritated with waiting, yet not wanting an answer.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . She might not make it through the night . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." Tommy said as the tiny shards that were his hear, completely shattered all over again.
"Baby, I am so sorry!" Christine said reaching for her son, only to have him push her away. Tommy looked like a trapped animal as his eyes fiercely darted around, desperately looking for something to punch.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I need to be alone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." With that, Tommy reached for the door handle again, and slowly entered Kimberly's rom.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .