Part 2

Part 2

I can’t say for sure what else took place yesterday, after the pills, whatever that harsh liquid was, and the smoke; I was down for the count. This day is starting off different and I like it; I was given eggs and watermelon, then there was that minty smoke I was telling you about before, the cigarette. Out of nowhere I could hear my mom talking to someone but couldn’t hear them, then there was a raspy voice asking all types of questions. Are you still smoking PCP? Are you still smoking cigarettes? You’re not taking pills or doing coc, right? Are you making your doctor appointments and taking your prenatal pills? For every question that person asked, my mom had a lie for every one of them. The person that's asking all of these questions doesn’t know what’s going on in here; they can’t save me even though they sound like they genuinely care. They talk and laughed for a long time, I even had some really good food, no cigarettes or anything else; maybe this person can save me. My mom asked this person to be my godfather; I don’t know what that is, but if it means they’ll be around more often, I’m be fine with that. I know if this person is around I’ll eat, and there will be less smoke, pills, and harsh liquids. I hope they say yes.

The rest of our day was filled with laughter and food; I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now. My mom yells out for Mike, I guess that’s his name; and told him to think about being the godfather. I couldn’t hear his answer but I was okay with that, at least he’s going to think about it. After our adventure and all of that food, I was ready to go to sleep. No sooner than my mom sat down, I had the taste of cigarette smoke, it wasn’t much; maybe a few little smoke stacks, and that was it. I could hear soft music playing, my mom must’ve been laying on her back because I was so comfortable, then there was a hard knock at the door. She jumped up to answer and this man came in telling her that he has all that she wants. He said he bought her coc, perks, oxytocin, Vodka and dippers. I was hoping she would turn it away since we had such a great day, but she didn’t, she just couldn’t say no; not even for me.

Time goes by, more smoke, more pills, and more of those harsh liquids. None of this stuff that’s given to me through my mom is good for me, I can feel it. There’s times I can’t even lift my limbs to move, I lay there, sometimes I’m awake but because all of the smoke I can’t do anything; not even eat. Most of the times that I pulled my cord, nothing came down; there were times she would send fruit, then other times a bunch of different foods was coming down at one time it seemed like. Then not too long after there was smoke, but this smoke was different; it wasn’t the cigarette smoke, or the other smoke that zones me out, this one was different, it gave me energy. My heart started to race, then pills came down; it was too much for me to handle. I didn’t know what to do and I’m trapped in here with no way out, I wanted Mike to show up, he’ll know what to do; he’ll get me out of here. Suddenly, the side of my mom’s stomach was hard and cold. I don’t know what’s going on and can’t pull at my cord to see if she’s okay; it feels like she’s laying down but I can’t be sure so I just laid there with her hoping someone would help us. I don’t know how long her stomach has been hard but I can hear sirens and they’re getting louder, maybe just maybe their coming to help. The sirens are really loud now and the side of my mom’s stomach isn’t hard anymore, so I move to that side to warm her up as much as I can.

“Ma’am, are you pregnant? Ma’am can you hear me?”