That’s all she heard, she raised her sleepy head, and suddenly a rush of blood flew quick through her veins and her entire body.
She can hear his name being called through his phone, “_______, are you okay?”
Call the police she yelled to the receiver hoping she’d hear, “Call the police!”
“What did you take?” she screamed, “what did you take?”
He couldn’t understand her. Not anymore than she could understand him.
She screamed, as she dropped the phone. The conversation she was having hung from her thigh with the voice of another “friend,” that, had she listened, was telling her what was wrong with him.
“Oh god, what the fuck did you take! Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
“Help! Somebody help me!” Her voice cracked, as she screamed to the top of her lungs.”
“My brother, my brother, something is wrong with my brother…” she said into the receiver of her phone.
She hung up the phone, and then dialed 9-1-1
Time didn’t stop, but, it moved very slow.
She could see the room spinning…
“Get yourself together K, you have to save him!” she yelled mentally.
She could barely make up her words, she tried to tell the dispatcher something serious was wrong…
The dispatcher had heard her, “I know mam, we just received a call, police is on the way, can you confirm the address…”
“east… yeah east”
“Mam, we need you to calm down please, he is most likely having a seizure.”
“He isn’t breathing! He isn’t breathing! He is purple! His lips, his face, he’s purple!”
She drops the phone…
“CPR! I know CPR, Iv’e known CPR since I was 15…”
“What is the count? What is the fucken count!?”
“Oh god, Oh god, Moooooommmmm pllllleeassseeee!”
push 1, push 2, push 3, push 4, push 5, push 6, push 7, push 8, push 9, push 10, push 11, push 12, push 13, push 14, push 15…
Tilt, Blow. Blow.
“No! It’s fucken 30!” she yelled, mentally.
“What the fuck did you take? Moooommmmm!”
Push 1, push 2, push 3, push 4, push 5, push 6, push 7, push 8, push 9, push 10, push 11…
tears running down her face, she can not believe this is happening…
“Why would this happen?,” she thought.
“No way is he going like this…” she mumbled mentally.
“Mom, I freaken need you, pleaseee!”
Push 12, push 13, push 14, push 15, push 16, push 17, push 18, push 19, push 20, push 21, push 22, push 23, push 24, push 25, push 26, push 27, push 28, push 29, push 30
Tilt, BLOW and… BLOW.
GASP, he rises and tries to lean forward.
Siiggghhhh, “Thank you mom,” she whispered as her tears fell into her mouth.
“No, no, no don’t move please, don’t move…” she told him…
She ran out and yelled, “Help! Someone one please help me!”
Flash lights coming through, police walked up, walked in, and took over.
She was cold, and at the same time sweaty.
She was scared, and at the same time proud.
She was worried.
“Can you hug me?,” she asked as she stood outside with someone.
“Can you please just hug me very tight?”
Heart beating fast, breathing oh, so, difficult.
Anxiety expanding and spreading through her body.
Body felt like collapsing…
Officer, “Are you the mother? Can I speak to you? What happen?”
1,2,3,4,5 … breathe.
It’s been a while.
I abandoned my blog a bit, I been so caught up in the lifestyle of social media, school books, fake news, and whatever chaos my family has to offer me as my weekly dosage.
I am so tired, not necessarily sleepy (although I can use more sleep) but, just tired.
I can use a vacation.
I can use a break.
But, here we are, new year, got to hustle and push through.
Hello, 2019… sigh.
Well, I pray this page will be seeing a little more of [me].
Yo soy la lumbre que alumbra el camino,
Yo camino los pasos de los que vinieron antes de mí.
Yo cuento sus historias, sus de deseos, y mantengo sus sueños vivos.
Yo represento el sufrimiento, y el dolor.
Estoy hecha de la misma sangre que coreo en sus venas.
La lucha no solo es mía,
Es de mis antepasados.
De mis abuelos.
De mis padres.
Y para aquellos que vendrán después de mí.
I am the flame that illuminates the pathway.
I walk in the footsteps of those that came before me.
I tell their old stories, their desires, and maintain their dreams alive.
I represent the sacrifice, and the pain.
I’m made of the same blood that ran through their veins.
This fight isn’t only my fight.
It’s of my ancestors.
It’s of my grandparents.
It’s of my parents.
… and for those that’ll come after me.
Hello Dear WordPress Followers,
I’d to take this moment to thank you all for reading my work, for being fans of what I write and believe in since I created my blog.
I’d also like to address that I’m working on writing more this year, expanding my words to touch more lives, and to share that I have some new and fun exciting project ideas on the way!
I’ve decided to create a “Professional Instagram” page, were I’d like to expose my poetry, quotes, short stories, advise through my knowledge, and display my soon to come videos or audio recordings!
I hope you all will follow and join me in this exciting journey!
Instagram: Kbeautifulmind__ (those are two _ _ )
Thanks y’all! I’m excited!
When you lose someone close to you, your perspective of life in it’s self changes immediately.
It’s like you been viewing and living life through a pair of dirty glasses.
I’m truly gifted to have been raised by such a wonderful woman and true warrior.
She taught me to be appreciative of all I’ve had, have, or will ever have.
Our struggles we lived only made me even more gratful.
Through her I learned to never be nasty to those that truly love me and have my back, and to be respectful to those that are ugly (on the inside).
I learned to be humble, even when life was in our favor because tomorrow we could be right back to where we were.
She taught me that when you help others you do it with heart, even if you may never get the same help from them in return.
She taught me that betrayal isn’t worth the revenge and I must leave it in the hands of god and karma.
She taught me that with faith, this ugly world doesn’t seem so bad.
She taught me that there is always so much to be thankful for…
From just the fact that you woke up again another day, to the little or a lot that you been blessed with.
No one can ever live through all of these teaching, I’m sure didn’t always either.
Yet she seem to practice it very well, and watching her be such a wonderful person was the best inspiration I could have had growing up.
Before my momma passed away, I was already raised to be good, and do good.
However now that she’s gone, not only am I thankful for everything I have and everyone I have in my life…
But I no longer take anything for granted.
I make sure to always try my best to go to bed at night happy and gratful, even when times seem super rough.
It takes real work and strength not to forget the great features in life even on the bad days.
Yet, we still must try to acknowledge the little we have and appreciate it for the time we have it.
Because tomorrow nothing, not your life, the life of those you love, or anything you have is promised to be there.
I would have done anything for a nice hug and kiss from my best friend today.
Yet, a year and a half ago god had decided he needed a new angel.
I’m truly so gratful for all of my family and friends; as well as all my blessings from work, school, life etc.