sneaking out late one night, luna runs into a criminal on the street who she quickly falls in love with. his looks are intimating and his voice is deep and thick.
he was definitely her type and he knew it too.
what happens next? read to find out...
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Luna Gracie Walker Chicago, Illinois 1:48pm
i'm on my hands and knees crawling across my friend chrissy lawn. i had just been shot by someone in a car. it happened right outside her house. it was marcus in the passenger seat who shot me and he had three other people in the car with him. my knees stinger from crawling. all i wanted was to get up, go home and cry. but i'm to hurt and bleeding
"oh my god luna!" chrissy rushed out her house and helped me up to my feet. I got shot two times. once in the shoulder and once in the stomach. i thought i was gone die there in front of my own best friend. my body was shaking and i couldn't feel my legs at all.
a few minutes go by and luna calls the ambulance.
why do i keep getting sent to the hospital? why is this even happening to me?
i thought about my whole life, like my life flashing before my eyes. i thgouht about my daughter amanda and my husband elijah. would i ever see them again or would they be the ones to mourn my death if i died right here on the front lawn of my best friends house?
"you're going to be okay, luna. the ambulance is on its way. don't die on me!" my head was laid in chrissy lap as she did her best to try and keep me alive with her words, but her voice started to fade and everything started to darken.
- i remember waking up in a hospital bed with my friends and family surrounding me. my head ached and so did the rest of my body. it's been through so much shit how have i even lived this long in life? i swear that i thought i would die when i got in the car crash but now this? getting shot? i've escaped death wha to many times.
please let me go home...
instead of going back home i had to go through psychical therapy to get my strength back since my muscles became weak and not the same anymore. it took weeks. since i was shot in the shoulder i had to go do arm strength techniques in order for me to not be able to be weak in the arms and back.
going back home was a pain. i walked with a limp and moving around wasn't all bad but still having a limp didn't look good.
