BreatheMickey

Mickey, breathe for me. Those words are burned into my mind. Those words are what kept me alive. I don't remember much of the attack, but what i do remember was the stabbing pains that ran though my body after. I was stabbed in the middle of the park, with my brother along side of me. Under the arm, on the left side of my rib cage there was a knife lodged, and I was gone into shock. My brother, who ran to my side after scaring off the man who'd harmed me. His voice was calm, while I screamed and cried in pain and fear. I was dieing, I knew it, and he knew it. But neither one of us was giving up on my life. My brother was brave, he was calm

Why do people do things so selfish? I don't understand...And to see it from you of all people, I was shocked...You were never the selfish type, you were always someone to think of others. Don't try and tell me that you did this for the family, because there is nothing you could of done for us to wish you were dead. Still no word on you...So I take it you're still alive.

They called back, he's not looking good, I'm in a panic, I am just sitting here waiting for my Mother to return home...I need to know something. She left in such a rush, I can't imagine anything but the worse to have happened. I know that's not good to think like that, but how else do you explain your Mother dropping the phone, literally, and leaving the house...I have nothing to do but come on DA and wait for the news...it'll pass the time, but I can't help but to feel....guilty for bein' on here...