We went out to get groceries to feed your grandbabies for the week.
I loved seeing you, mom.
We go our own ways.
The next day he comes around.
Fighting with me.
Why won't he leave me alone?
I just want to move into my apartment and have a better life.
It is getting dark, he takes our daughter to his mom’s house.
He returns and were drinking.
I’m asleep—too much to drink.
What are you doing with my body?
Why are you putting a noose together in the closet?
Don’t put me in that.
Please put my body down.I’m just sleeping. You know I’m passed out drunk.
Please don’t do this PLEASE!
Come on you must wake up.
Why am I in the noose?
We have a daughter and I have a son they need me.
I can feel my soul leaving my air being cut off.
PLEASE don’t walk away!
I’m sorry PLEASE I want to live.
You're walking away but why?
Why is my body there and I’m here?
I didn’t want to go.
Why did you make me leave?
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Scarlett Price
I am a mom, and a domestic violence survivor. I love writing, reading, yoga, cake decorating and baking. I recently took up belly dancing. Writing is my passion and healing. Stay positive!
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