Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Story.

She collapsed on her soft couch, briefly, took a glance at her phone for any messages and dozed off. It's amazing, how feelings are so closely knitted together. When we are at our lowest, feeling helpless, insecure, in pain, we are lifted to the highest peek, suddenly, feeling strong, unbeatable, dominating all. 
Half-asleep, she woke up to the annoying sound of her cell phone, it was mother. 
"A gun pointed at my neck," said mother.
Mother explained in detail how it all happened. And she wasn't there to protect her family. Shakened, mother gave the thief her wallet, and her bag. A man, who was walking out of the mall quickly shouted "HEY!!" once he saw the thief threatening the helpless woman. 

She was me. That helpless woman was my mother. 

AND THAT MOTHERFUCKER BASTARD PIECE OF SHIT WHO ROBBED MY MOTHER WAS JUST ANOTHER STUPID, FUCKING, POOR-ASS CUNT WHO IS DESPERATE. THAT MOTHAFUCKA JUST WAIT. I WILL MAKE SURE HE WILL ROT IN HELL. I WILL MAKE SURE OF IT. 

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