I looked at the lifeless body at my feet of a young boy. I had seen him before, asking money or food or even a place to stay from me. I never gave him any of that. But now, what I wanted to give him I was unable to do. I ain't no medicine woman, I can't bring back the dead or anything, but I just wish I could have given him more stuff while he was alive. I remember when he left the sweet note saying he had broken into my house and stolen food. I normally would care but for some reason this young boy just didn't anger me.
He longs for what I am sick of. I am sick of life. I am sick of living. I never gave this boy anything even though he was much more pleasant than Alexander whom I gave everything to. "Alexander could be lying somewhere dead, too, for all I know," I thought. I called Oscar about the young boy named Fil; for some reason I felt like he would know what to do with a dead body...
I looked around and saw a strange looking man who I think goes by the name of Robert Yuras. It was pretty early, but this guy always was jogging around. I tried to never get too close to the guy considering he smelled like road kill.
I walked back up to the penthouse where Alexander was still laying in bed, beat up from the previous weeks attack on him. He was in such a pitiful state but for some reason I envied him. To not be depended on... to not have to get up each morning do stuff.. or at least act like you are.
Oscar said he was on his way over. I wish he was on his way to take away my body. I feel like I am waiting for something. Whether it is for God to open up the pearly gates or for the devil to kick me into hell... I could care less either way.
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