Don't get me wrong but I am not a puppet that can be controlled by my loved ones and the others who know me, all I could say was that this was a choice, a way of saying I loved him and he knew it. I just wasn't there.
I saw him there, lying on the cold rotten floor, still bleeding, his hand was cold and so was mine. I felt betrayed but happy and angry. My son going against his little brother and my husband killing my son, we were a family of murderers. Even I had killed some one. My self.
Don't let this be true, tell me it was a horrible joke, please, please, PLEASE! Why can't I be with you, I would look after you even if you were so sick you would die the next day, I would still be there for you. (One minute later) here I go *lies dead on the floor*!
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