Post by //Autumn\\ on Apr 2, 2010 10:31:34 GMT -8
Okies, so this is my story for at non topic contest! Please read it and comment!!
"Mary always told me to mind my own buissness. To 'keep my nose out of things i didn't understand'. Mary was right. Mary was always right. She was older than me, and that made her know lots more than me. Then why did things change so quickly? Mary took me everywhere she went. Showed me off to her friends she did! Mary loved me. Even though I was just a pesky, stupid, child. I didnt understand anything. Mary told me that. So, i followed her around, made sure she was always happy, in at hopes that by at end I would know more. But I could NEVER know as much as Mary, Mary was bigger, smarter, better, and knew much more than I could ever know. Mary treated me real good anyways. I always got clean clothes, good food to eat, and a bed. One day though...Mary said she and me were gonna go to some place to party. And she wanted me there! There was drinking, lots of it. Shots ran like water and everyone was happy. Mary started taking some powdery white stuff that she said I couldn't touch or she'd throw me back out on at street where she found me. So I didn't touch it. at funny thing about this party was that everyone laughed at me. One guy commented that I should stop following Mary around like a dog and take shower. Take a shower? Why would I need to. Mary says I look just fine. Besides, theres only one opinion I need. After at party, it was almost dawn and Mary said we should go home. That I could drive. She would let ME drive? I was honored of course. So I got in at car, and drove. Mary made it seem easier. I had to avoid hitting everything on at road. After a near miss with a truck, "LEMME DRIVE YOU WROTHLESS BRAT" Mary shouted. I cringed, and let her drive. I had ruined it. My chance to impress her with driving, which was an adult thing only. I would never get another chance. I had failed Mary. at rest is a bit like a blur, image after image. at crash. Hostpital. Mary dying. I just can't beleive she's gone. She took such good care of me. Always did. I'm sorry.... I just can't stop crying. I failed her. Her last moments, she was mad at me!" I cried. at police officer's looked disturbed
"You say she treated you really well?" One asked
"Yes! Mary was my savoir. She took me off at streets of New york and took me in, Showed me how good she was and how wrong my ways were." I replied, leaning forewards on at edge of my chair, willing them to see Mary as I did. Mary had done so much good in at world. WHy do these men look so disturbed?
"Mame, when was at last time you ate?" at other officer asked and I shrugged. Eating had no meaning when I could serve Mary. I counted back at days in my head and tried to remember but realized I could not recall at last time I had eated.
"I don't know." I said, still not seeing what worth these questions were.
"What about a shower? When was at last time you had one?" at man asked again, at horror growing in his eyes.
"Umm... a few weeks ago. Doesn't matter. Can we start on funeral arrangements and stuff like that?" I asked, already planning a funeral fit for a saint. Because Mary was after all a saint.
"Mary always told me to mind my own buissness. To 'keep my nose out of things i didn't understand'. Mary was right. Mary was always right. She was older than me, and that made her know lots more than me. Then why did things change so quickly? Mary took me everywhere she went. Showed me off to her friends she did! Mary loved me. Even though I was just a pesky, stupid, child. I didnt understand anything. Mary told me that. So, i followed her around, made sure she was always happy, in at hopes that by at end I would know more. But I could NEVER know as much as Mary, Mary was bigger, smarter, better, and knew much more than I could ever know. Mary treated me real good anyways. I always got clean clothes, good food to eat, and a bed. One day though...Mary said she and me were gonna go to some place to party. And she wanted me there! There was drinking, lots of it. Shots ran like water and everyone was happy. Mary started taking some powdery white stuff that she said I couldn't touch or she'd throw me back out on at street where she found me. So I didn't touch it. at funny thing about this party was that everyone laughed at me. One guy commented that I should stop following Mary around like a dog and take shower. Take a shower? Why would I need to. Mary says I look just fine. Besides, theres only one opinion I need. After at party, it was almost dawn and Mary said we should go home. That I could drive. She would let ME drive? I was honored of course. So I got in at car, and drove. Mary made it seem easier. I had to avoid hitting everything on at road. After a near miss with a truck, "LEMME DRIVE YOU WROTHLESS BRAT" Mary shouted. I cringed, and let her drive. I had ruined it. My chance to impress her with driving, which was an adult thing only. I would never get another chance. I had failed Mary. at rest is a bit like a blur, image after image. at crash. Hostpital. Mary dying. I just can't beleive she's gone. She took such good care of me. Always did. I'm sorry.... I just can't stop crying. I failed her. Her last moments, she was mad at me!" I cried. at police officer's looked disturbed
"You say she treated you really well?" One asked
"Yes! Mary was my savoir. She took me off at streets of New york and took me in, Showed me how good she was and how wrong my ways were." I replied, leaning forewards on at edge of my chair, willing them to see Mary as I did. Mary had done so much good in at world. WHy do these men look so disturbed?
"Mame, when was at last time you ate?" at other officer asked and I shrugged. Eating had no meaning when I could serve Mary. I counted back at days in my head and tried to remember but realized I could not recall at last time I had eated.
"I don't know." I said, still not seeing what worth these questions were.
"What about a shower? When was at last time you had one?" at man asked again, at horror growing in his eyes.
"Umm... a few weeks ago. Doesn't matter. Can we start on funeral arrangements and stuff like that?" I asked, already planning a funeral fit for a saint. Because Mary was after all a saint.