Added: Dec 7, 2010

From: CheeseBeadles

Duration: 0:41

I'm Jeff Black. I lived on this earth for 4 years, 3 months and 5 days. Yes. I do not breathe, walk or shortly saying LIVE in this world anymore. I'm in a better place now. I watch over from the clouds now, at my family, the little friends i made through the small time. I do regret not being with them. But i think it's my fault i'm not among everyone. 29th November 2001. It was a Tuesday i think. It was mother's day. At school, there was excitement. Alot of excitement. Everyone was rushing to make a Mother's Day card for their mothers on art. I wanted to be different from everyone. I didn't want to be mainstream. I didn't know what i'll do but i simply watched my friends play with the colors and glitters to make the best card for their mother. Eventually school ended. Everyone rushed to their mothers with their card in their hands but me. I waited on the front gate till everyone left. Finally in a hurried walk, my nanny, Angela, came to pick me up. I smiled at her as she held my hand in her soft and much bigger hand than mine. I had to admit i had a teeny crush on her but she was way too old. I shared my excitement about Mother's Day to her and asked her for her opinions on what i should do for my mother. Her mind seemed too side tracked i guessed because she didn't answer me. I lay on my bed thinking about some way to show my love for my mother when i got home. She will be home soon i was guessing. I couldn't think of anything so i got up and asked Angela to give me a snack. She hurriedly prepared some milk and biscuits for me. I ate it all up and thanked Angela. Then i went back to my worry again. What shall i do for my mother? I wandered around my house and slipped into my mother's room. I looked around at the adult room with the boring curtains and old furniture. The bed cover wasn't even colorful. I dull chocolate milk color with a white quilt cleanly folded on top of it. I walked over to her dressing table and fingered all the cosmetics she had there. I picked up a new and the most recent cherry red lipstick my mother must have bought. That was when the idea came to me. ---- The clock struck 7pm and i heard my mother's car pull over. I excitedly got up from my place infront of the TV and beside Angela and ran over to greet my mother. She looked frustrated for some reason. I guessed it was work but my excitement was not held back. I followed her to the kitchen wear she thirstily drank water, blabbing about my day. I finally came to my point a little indirectly. "I wrote on your quilt Mommy!" I blustered out. My mother gave me the most angry and frightening look. "You did what!" she shouted at me making me taking a step backward. Tears started streaming down my eyes as my mother started hitting me. She slapped me twice and punched me in the head. Her kick on my stomach made me cough blood. She wasn't done. She took off her heels and started hitting me on the head. "HOW DARE YOU!" those were the last words i heard from my mother's beautiful voice. It was actually the last words i had ever heard. Blood oozed uncontrollably. My eyes closed and my heart just stopped playing the musical, interesting beat i thought it head. I felt god take up my soul to him. I took one last look at my mother before my soul was lifted up the clouds to the better place. But as i had said. I was and am watching over above the clouds. My mother had stopped hitting me immediately when my breath stopped. Her tears welled up with tears soon falling down her cheeks. Tears of regret i decided. She took my small body in her hands. "Jeff?" She spoke to me hoping i was alive. Sorry mommy, i wasn't. My little crush on Angela was soon over when she called the police and told on my mother. Why? I didn't mind her beating. It was after all my stupidity i wrote on the quilt. Before the police took her away, i was glad that she checked on what i had writted on the covers. She flickered a smile before starting to cry. I was pleased she liked my gift. She cried into the quilt on which i had wrote with her red lipstick, "I LOVE YOU MOMMY!" ---------------------------------------------------- Written by: me, CheeseBeadles Idea: via Twitter/Twitlonger Children are so innocent. I've heard people say that no matter how bad their mothers are, the small children, so innocent, don't will to go to heaven without their mothers. STOP CHILD ABUSE! :'( (c)CheeseBeadles

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