Loved By Few    by Gabrielle Hartigan

    As I lie here on the cold hard bathroom floor, I contemplate what has gotten me here. Was it the drugs, the drinking, the abusive boyfriend, or was it the baby I'm carrying? Maybe it was all of them, or maybe, just maybe, it was all my fault.
    I feel the coldness once again come over me, then I feel the pain from the countless bruises over my body, and the bleeding from my head. I look to the side of me, and see the dark red puddle I'm laying in. The memory of what has happened in the past 15 minutes flows through my brain.
    Jaimez had come into the bathroom while I was getting ready to go out with him. He forced me around to look at him by my shoulders. He roared, "You little whore! You're pregnant and it's not even mine!" He pushed me against the bathroom wall and slammed my head back into it. He started to punch me and slap me, the last thing I remember before I blacked out was Jaimez kicking me while I was on the floor.
    I'm starting to feel the darkness flow over my eyes, but every few second I feel the throbbing in my head. I dont see that bright light I'm supposed to walk to I don't even see my life flash before my eyes. You know? Death isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's not even a little bit peaceful. It's actually very painful if you think about it, you have the pain from whatever you're dying from and then you have to say good-bye to you're life and family. Well, I guess I only have one thing to say before I leave....... GOOD-BYE

loved by few...
hated by many...
envied by most...
nahh u cant b me...
this drama is followin me everydae
damn yall Love, to hate me
but hate 2 Love, me itz OK...
i dont care NE wayz so b bout ya bizness
IGNORANCE IS BLISS
dat heat u got wit me ....

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