My word versus theirs
#1 of My word vs Theirs
¨Musica.... You can always talk to me. I am here to help you and don't want anything negative to happen to you,¨ replied the soft, feminine voice of my social worker Ms. Carla. As I lay in that hospital bed, I struggled in revolving my head to stare at the pale ceiling only to see what I least expected, advertising about ¨family¨. Carla directed her face towards my vision to force me to look back at her again. She kept continuously asking me questions, but I could only hear her feline soft voice get even softer.... Yes, the quieter her voice got, the more clearly my mind became, shedding its retarded form and exposing its true being. As my mind shafted itself into reverse, it took me back on a journey... where a pup was to become a wolf.
Yes yes, again I remember the day. It was a long day, very cold outside, but no snow... Good ole Memphis, Tennessee was my home, and on the avenues did I reside. I was purely damned by myself when I started to addict towards things that were unsavory toward my mind, my untamed, dirty, uncensored mind. Like a God worshiping man, I did this too in honor of Him. I was nothing but a naive pup about the age of let's say ¨January 17¨; I was texting to guys that I was truly interested in: Brandon the bear and Josh the tiger. They both were very fond of me and wanted to see more of me for them to pick at. Looking down at my generation one Iphone, I waited for their arrival to my house to begin our festivities. Bouncing up and down, my puffy black and grey strips couldn't stay aligned because of my speed. I knew that my mom wasnt gonna be home, so I gave myself the perfect chance to leave my window unlocked so I could climb back inside while she was gone to work. Around 7am, in the dust of dawn, I heard a car honking in the front for me. As I collected my backpack and my clothes, I looked to the driveway to see a taxi in my vision. As my iphone buzzed one more time, I was given an order to enter into the van and lie, telling the taxi driver, if needed, that my age is 18. Observing the cab of a green and grey paint-job exterior, i made the decision to go, but not knowing that I was signing myself to a one way ticket to hell in heaven...