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I look down at the blood smeared on my sons face. Parting my hair behind my ears, tears roll down my face. Oliver was dying.
I wanted to get a good look on him, before it was too late and I lost him forever. It's been years yet I can still tell it's him under all that sweat and blood he's coughing out onto himself. I never had a good look at him, it hurts even more to finally see him clearly. The hair that constantly covered my eyes is no longer blocking my view.
He's grown handsome.
I saw it on him, he didn't have much time left, the drugs were too much for his little body. I held him in my arms feeling his ribs under his shirt. I knew it was bad, I knew getting the drugs were his top priority and I knew how much the withdrawal symptoms scared him. What I hadn't known was how much he neglected everything else, including basic living needs. The basic needs for a human to deserve are food, water, and shelter.
He hasn't been eating much, that I know. I take it that goes the same for drinking. Shelter? He's been living on the streets for years now. He's been exposed to under freezing cold. . .nearly deadly heat. I don't know how he didn't go of head exhaustion first.
My son. . . .
It hurts.
I'm scared.
I just want him to be okay. . .I want things back to normal where the most I had to worry about was crawling into his bed and holding him every time he had a nightmare. This was never suppose to happen.
Sadae. . . Why did you force him away from me. . . .I just wanted to be with my family. My kids they're all that matters to me. If I had been able to find him before now. . .before just this moment finding him in this alley I could have saved him. If . . .
I should have looked harder. I should have spent more of my time looking for him. I begged Sadae every night to try to get him back. I was threatened. . . She was smaller than me and I could easily over power her, but I would get arrested. I'm black there would be no chance if I did.
And I did, I hit her I broke her jaw. I'm sorry. . .I never wanted to hurt anybody. I wanted everybody to be safe. I was in jail. . .for all that time. She sent my daughter away somewhere across the country. She moved and sold my house. I have nothing but who i'm holding now. For the last time. . .
Jasmine are you okay? Are you safe. . . I hope so. I hope you're doing better than your brother.
Oliver my loved son. . . Why didn't you go to me before all this. Did you not trust me enough. . .I wanted to be there for you Oliver, every step of the way. What did I do wrong. . .I failed you.
And now you're gonna die.
I want to say. . I want to hope for some miracle you won't die, that you'll be alive at the end of this, but I know that isn't possible. There are people surrounding us. They called the ambulance for I can barely speak. I hope they can save him. . . It won't happen.
I give another good look on his appearance.
His hair is knotty into a purple mess. His face is sheen with sweat and blood. His eyes seem vacant and bloodshot. I don't know if he's aware of what's happening. I spot his glasses on the ground some feet away, his eyes I remember they're bad. He won't even be able to see me holding him. I wonder if he remembers the feel of my arms around him. . .or smell my familiar scent. I hope he's at least somewhat comforted from me. . .
His arms seen painfully thin from when he use to live back at home, before all this happened. Back when we went to the gym together like father and son and he had a surprising amount of muscle on him. His shirt seems baggy and covered in dirt as well as the rest of his clothing. His shoes are worn off and old. I feel so bad. . .
