That night Jake laid awake, staring at the ceiling. In his mind he replayed the horrific scene of Whitney falling out of the car and seeing her limp, lifeless body lay there. Tear once again stung his eyes but he tried hard to fight them back. He got up and went to the closet, opening it and reaching around for a shoe box. He found it and pulled out a small blue satan box. He opened it as he sat on the foot of the bed. In the box was a gild Tiffany diamond ring. He had planned to propose to Whitney but it was to late.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, wewe don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not uandishi for a while. Soccer has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope wewe like it.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, wewe don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not uandishi for a while. Soccer has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope wewe like it.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded kwa my thoughts, but no people. kwa my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat kwa me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded kwa my thoughts, but no people. kwa my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat kwa me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy siku ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven kwa two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted kwa Mbwa mwitu loups ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
au have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .