Carmen Davis works at a Suicide Hotline Company, where people take calls from people all around the world that have problems, and thinks of suicide. One day she takes a call from a young boy, Kentrell Gaulden. And somehow, they manage to connect.
~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~ ~| Sherhonda House |~ ~| February 12, 2017 |~
~| Kentrell DeSean Gaulden |~ ~| NBA Youngboy |~
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"Mane I'm at the point, I just wanna put a gun to my head, and pull the trigger." I sighed, as I talked to Mrs. Davis on the phone, yet again.
I had already been cutting myself.
It might sound painful, but that shit actually feel good.
Kinda makes me feel numb, but I'm far from that right now.
I haven't tried overdosing on pills, I might try that though.
Sounds acceptable.
Using a gun would probably make it fast, and less painful.
Slick don't like that.
"Kentrell, if you keep letting her get to you, your gonna let her win. You 17 anyways, what you doing with a gun? Don't use it, don't even think about it. What did I tell you? You have your whole life ahead of you Kentrell, you only a little baby." She talked.
Her voice sweet.
And lil baby?
How old she is?
I sighed. "But I don't wanna be here. My own mama don't want me here, ion wanna be here no more."
"Something is obviously wrong with your mama." She mumbled. "She's crazy because not no parent should do that, I don't even know you, and for some reason I can hear potential. I just feel like you gone be somebody in this world, you gone make it Kentrell. You gotta be alive to do all that."
"Yeah you right." I mumbled, listening to her.
When she starts speaking her mind, it always made me ....
Feel different.
This was my twelve day calling her, and I'm feeling like she's helping me.
But I also feel like I'm getting worse.
I'm trying to make her feel me without saying too much, but that's hard.
