Part 3

Part 3

My mom wasn’t talking to them at first, they were just going off of my movements. I wanted out, and if they can get me out, I need to make sure they know that I’m in here. I moved as close to the lining of my boarders as I could, pushing and kicking; all that I can do to be noticed but all of my efforts went on blind eyes. A few minutes later they must’ve given her milk, wanted for a little, and asked her to take a drug test. Before I could finish my milk she started running; I was bouncing around, it was fun at first, but then it was too much for me because my milk didn’t settle in my cord yet. As soon as she stopped running, she lit whatever she had before and started smoking all over again. I started to kick as hard as I could so hopefully she would get the hint, but the kicking didn’t last long, I was out within minutes.

We haven’t’ seen a doctor in a long time, I don’t know how old I am, and when she doesn’t smoke now my body hurts ten times more and it feels like something is crawling all over me. So now, I hope she does smoke, to keep the pain away. Although she has been eating a little more because that man Mike has been calling and coming to see her more often, it's just not enough. He hasn’t agreed to be my godfather, but at least he cares enough to help me. For the most part we eat fruit, no vegetables; Mike said that vegetables are needed for the nutrients, but mom doesn’t listen, all I care about is eating, and the smoke that loosens my body. I just hope Mike stays around, the more she eats, the less money she’ll have to smoke all day.

A new day and a early rise, I was still sleepy so I slept a little while longer than mom. She must've gotten into the shower because she was warm, rubbing me, and singing. Although her singing is horrible, it was nice to hear her voice as she rubbed her stomach. I stretched as far as I could because it's getting tight in here. We ate peanut butter and bread, then some bananas and honey; that was great, the best I've had in a long time. My body started to hurt and I knew what that meant. I tugged on my cord but before I could tug a second time, there was smoke, then pills. It wasn't the smoke that made my body feel better, it was the one that made my heart race when she mixes the pills with it. I heard her say the coc was weak and she needed more, I knew that today wasn't going to be a good one despite the morning breakfast.

It seem like days went pass, I haven't slept because the coc and pills are making me jumpy. I don't think I'm going to make it another day, I need to get out of here. I was hoping that Mike would come around, hoping he wouldn't forget about me. More coc, more pills, more dippers, more cigarettes, less food, less sleep, less space for me to move. Where's that nice man? I don't want to be in here any longer, I flipped myself around and started to push my head against that hole in the bottom of my mom's stomach; but it's too small for me to fit. How will I get out?