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Friday, January 20, 2006

Marcie Gone 

That night i spent in Granddaddy's bed, and when i woke there, i was disoriented. i was tied only by one wrist to the bed rail, but i knew better than to untie it. Instead i lay there, waiting for my release. Which surprisingly came quickly.
He rushed in muttering and cursing, never a good sign. He untied my arm and barked at me to go get in the bathtub. We had to go to the hospital. It was Marcie (that stupid little cunt, he called her.) She had over dosed.

Marcie lay in the hospital bed with scary looking tubes and cords and machines hooked to her. She didn't open her eyes when i called her name, or smile, or respond at all. i was made to leave her room almost as soon as i entered it. i didn't understand what coma meant, but i did know Marcie would not be coming to check on me.

Raven screamed at 12:11 AM


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