The moment of impending death to my 12 year old mind was more than I could take. My whole body began to shake as I sat waiting for it. I had pleaded with God all that day for everything to get back to normal and when I went to bed that night with a horrible stomach ache, I reminded him of my prayer. But waking up now it was obvious he had ignored my plea.
That morning I knew the day wasn’t going to be right. When I stepped outside to walk to the bus stop I noticed that the sun was way too bright. “Damn it”, I had said to myself. I was done with everything being all shiny and new. Nothing had been the same since we had moved into our new mobile home. It was like we just didn’t fit. There just wasn’t anything real about it. Now here I am sitting in bed waiting to die? I don’t even get the chance to fight? My mind then began to cry out, “Tina? Tina? Where are you?”
The mobile home began to rock. Out of time I thought ...
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