The Text of Maternal Desperation
Tonight was never meant to end in a murderous fiasco of hate and pain.
I crouch by the bathroom sink in order to preserve what was left of my dignity and desperation.
With each shriek of the gun I crouch lower, lower, lower until my tummy reaches the floor.
I hear the monster's footsteps approach, each like a block of cement hitting pavement.
BOOM
"Is anybody there?"
BOOM
"I will find you."
BOOM
"You cannot escape."
BOOM
The air of the club has turned from the sweet caress of twilight to the ravenous pinching of wolves lurking at night.
My phone buzzes in my hand.
My mother.
At a time like this only a mother's hug could help escape this brutality
Only a mother's caress could calm the beast that lives in nightmares
Only a mother's love could make the world seem okay.
With the clomping of the terrifying beast inching to me, I decide to text my mother, as she was completely unaware of the evil here.
With each motion, I knew my time on Earth would be cutting short.
60 more seconds
Mommy I love you
45 more second
In club they shootin
30 more seconds
Trapp in bathroom
15 more seconds
Call police
5 more seconds
Im gonna dies
Time is up.
At least my mother would hear from me one last time.
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