Boy Named Jerry ;; The Start

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2010

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Bombs, Explosions. All I can see are my friends and Army family being shot down like rabbid dogs. I, Levi Smalls, Am next to be shot. " Robert.." A somewhat familiar voice echo's in my ears. Everything goes blank, and I end up here.. " Mr. Smalls, Your father's here." I open my lime green eyes to Mrs. Kathrine. A short, 4 foot, 11 inch woman with plump pink lips, wide eyes, and my kind of hour glass body. Even in this hospital bed, I long for her touch. She wipes blood from my chest, and temple, from the gun shot wounds. " Son, keep those eyes on these here papers." My father always ruined the mood. In high school, my father was the Cock Block. I could still look back on those little moments with my friends, before I signed up for the U.S. Army Branch. Looking down, I saw medical bills, light bills, car bills, house rent, the whole nine yards. Even as a grown man, this was too much to handle, at times. " How do you expect to pay these, Son?". I watched him paste his eyes on the same subjectt i tried to avoid. Mrs. Kathrine brung me my morning apple juice, and 5 different pill cups. Best meal of my day?. Try again. My fathers' voice rings the walls of this horrible place. Everything he seemed to say, melted to the paint.. And how hard i try to keep my mind on him, I couldn't. It kept drifting off to You, Jamie. I know what love is, and I know what pain feels like, but letting go is something that is too big to swallow.. Even though your dead, I still visit that lonely grave of yours. I put roses and a six pack on there. I do remember how you used to drink Yourself silly, and go driving. Not only did You take Your life, and two others, that christmas morning, in '65, You took mine. Yes, my dad is still talking, but, I keep thinking how I could've stopped you. My best friend, my love, my life, my baby, my everything.. I Still Love you. " ROBERT! " My heart beat increased, and the life line support went dead. For those five minutes I had left to breathe, I heard You, dad. How nervous and out broken you were. I promise, I tried. I really did. I tried fighting to breathe, but the more my eyes shut, the brighter it got. The colder my skin grew.. And the more yours and my own heartt broke. Dad, I watch you and mom everyday. You still wander what you did, to make God take me. Every night, I visit you in your dreams, and try to tell you, it wasnt your fault.. You wake up in cold sweats and cry. Just like me, You obsess over the dead. Dad, Mom, I'm trying to speak to you, Please Listen.. Today, It's December 25.. Christmas in the house is just not the same with out me, I guess. You two don't even look at each other anymore. Dad, You wake up, get a shower, grab the morning coffee, and out the door you go. Mom, you're now an alcoholic. You take 12 shots a day, 12 pack of milner lights to go with that. Dad sits and watches you cry.. sadly, so do I. My death has caused You both to go to breaking points. You both hold onto my baby clothes, and memories like I will come back. I'm sorry, but I won't. Today, God has assigned me to another human body. I'm on a mission to get you two back to what You were, and help you through everything. My new name is Jerry Christelynn. I hope things get better. And I hope we get close, also. I miss You, two, terribly. It's been raining alot, You guys don't know, but those are my tears. when I cry, it rains, and pours. I sat down, and cried with God today. It flooded in our home town. I have 2 weeks to help you, and make things right. Help Me, Mom.I woke up screaming my head off! Sobbing terriblyy. " Jessica, darlin, it's alright! It was just a dream!" Tears rolled down my face.. " Todd, I dreamed of Robert again. He's tryin' to tell us some thin'!" I choked on my words and headed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the reflection of a stained mirror. My face was pale, and i had lost 45 pounds. I am now 100 pounds, 5'8, and withering away to an empty shell.. All my hair seemed to be getting thinner and thinner each day, even falling out. I looked as of a cancer patient after Chemo Therapy. All I can do is ask God whats going on. And pray that he helps me through this. I fell to my knee's and sobbed out my words of aggony. "Lord, What did we do to get this, Why is this happening!" In the mist of anger, depression, tears, lonesome ness, and fear.. A knock came to the door. I looked back at Todd who lay still and in a deep sleep. I wiped off my tears, and wrapped myself in cloth of a nightgown, and answered the door. There, in my distance, stood a boy with blond shaggy hair. His eyes searched through mine, reading my soul, My life... Everything.. " Good morning, Ma'am.. My Name is Jerry Christelynn." Before he could finish his sentance, my legs grew weary, and I fainted.... Waking in a hospital bed next to my husband, and boy name Jerry.


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