Black Locks, countinued“ I honestly don’t know when she’ll wake up…or if she will at all…”Black Locks, countinued by LaurenDSizzle
“ Aren't you a doctor?! You should know these things!” Her mother proclaimed.
“Yes, but this is a rare case! I mean I’m guessing it’s a crazy long coma…” The doctor stated.
“How did you get this job” She said as she scowled at him. The doctor appeared to have had enough and left the room. Her mother grabbed her daughter’s cold hard hand and tried to hold back a tear as she saw her own daughter in a state she never thought she’d be in. Her lips were a pale blue and her skin tone also pale but with all the physical signs of demise her heartbeat was still there but faint as the wind blowing through trees. It just all blended in and sometimes you don’t know if it’s beating or not but you hope it is…Her black locks were matted against her face and was also cold. She looked peaceful yet determined as he
Here's my ugly cryI thought I Reached the top; I thought I had a firm grip. I fell I fell fast and oh so hard. I was waiting for the padding but it never came because before I started climbing I forgot about that I forgot I needed a backup. Who am I to attempt to do anything with a blanket in my hand and a thumb in my mouth? I needed an instructor as well who am I to try something with the fear of doing it wrong? But if I had a wise teacher then when I fell I would feel neutral because feeling second best is all too usual for me I just know my place. At the end of the line, holding doors for everyone, tending to whoevers needs are low and ignoring my own. I would be a perfect Christian you say? Wrong Although I don't even believe in reality I don't believe in fairytales...Am I just gullible, believing every story fed to me? Is that why I had faith so long? I'm surprised I'm not in a padded white room yet but perhaps it's only a matter of time but honestly I'm not hurting anHere's my ugly cry by LaurenDSizzle