It's just me. Alone. I am Tammy Smith.
Internationally famous for my "dear old Dad" shooting my mom, sister, grandma and I. I was only shot in the leg. My sister barely made it. My mom and grandma..... they didn't.
Internationally famous for running the 4 miles down the New York streets to the police station with a bullet in my leg because I couldn't get to a phone. Darn New Yorkers.
Internationally famous for my stupid useless prosthetic leg.
I get it, I'm lucky to have one. Don't tell that to me. It makes me feel terrible. Terrible because it sounds like you are telling me that I stole it from someone, like someone else deserves it more. Terrible because you make me feel ungrateful. And finally, terrible because why the heck would I feel happy or lucky for having my family destroyed by four bullets. And don't even think you understand. YOU DON'T.
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Only Alone
General FictionIt's just me. Alone. I am Tammy Smith. Internationally famous for my "dear old Dad" shooting my mom, sister, grandma and I. I was only shot in the leg. My sister barely made it. My mom and grandma..... they didn't. Internationally famous for runni...