Friday, January 2, 2015
Dear Carter,
The tearing of my wrist left me speechless.. The tearing of my thighs is the sound of my mother being taken away from me. The tearing of my chest was the best yet worse feeling ever. THE END... Wait... Flashing lights... screaming my name... It hurts to breath.. I'm dying.. I could hear every little drop of blood drip from my finger tips Drip-Drop-Drip-Drop... I saw her one last time, she told me to stay strong for her. I could here the beeps of the EKG Beep-Beep-Beep-Beeeeeeepp I was dying... I couldn't... she pushed to keep going. I'm doing it for her. I couldn't go back though... or maybe I could.... The bright white light... In heaven at last... only to find I was in the hospital the bright white lights filled the room... I could barely breath gasping for air.. I went to sleep.... for good this time... or maybe not?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Carter
Short StoryCarter suffers from depression, anxiety and is sexually confused. He doesn’t know how to handle any of the events in his life. He loses the most important thing in his life.
