*I was heartbroken by my child's death.. it's been a few months since they died, and i still hear his voice sometimes, and I carry his bear everywhere* I tried to tell my boyfriend he was here, but he didn't believe me nobody did..
I heard a child's giggling.. what seems to be similar to my child's voice.. wasn't he dead? I stepped out into the hall, the laughter faded. "Sammy!?" *I called out, nobody had answered, I felt like I was hearing things, my baby is dead, and there's nothing i can do to bring him back.*
*Evan went in her room, feeling a bit guilty, she shouldn't had let him die, She looked around finding what to do as her child's voice echos in her mind, the screams, the pain, she had flashbacks, she can still remember her child on the floor as she "walked" in the room and seeing her child's body full of blood.. The wounds gashing out... It was so terrible for her. She can remember the paramedics coming.*
*Her husband was at work during that time, and it was only her, her kid, and her teenage son.*
*She had made sure her teenage boy wasn't walking in on the scene, and she saw the paramedics taking the boy away, she had fell on the floor, crying. Her son, who he loved, taken care of. Her husband was working everyday, sometimes he came home late at night. It wasn't his fault though, since.. They were going broke.
*These days are hard for her, and sometimes the husband has to take care of her, since she goes to depression episodes, and it only got worse, She wished that she was on that floor, almost lifeless. Sometimes she wouldn't eat, since she remembered what happened..
Her husband walked in on her crying again, comforting her.
"It's okay.. your okay hun.." *He tried his best to comfort her even if he wasn't the best at it, He still wanted her to be healthy, but it could be hard when she is crying.*
