Judas’ Goat E-Book

Tatiana Whigham

• Herausgeber: Revival Waves of Glory Books & Publishing
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Centered around the lives of two sisters, this piece deals with two siblings who share more than love as their bond. Amidst the story lines, we get to see firsthand what family secrets really can do.
 

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Judas’ Goat: Friend or Foe

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Tatiana Whigham

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: Dr. Martin

Chapter 2: Dr. Martin

Chapter 3: Dr. Martin

Chapter 4: Diane

Chapter 5: Diane

Chapter 6: Dr. Martin

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Introduction

Bianca

Thursday, May 2nd  8:23am

Sitting here thinking, nobody cares but me.  I might as well pack up my bags and leave.  I just want the pain to stop. I just want to feel free.  I just want to live in a world where somebody else notices besides me. I’m surrounded by a nice house, a nice car, and people all of the time. When what I really need is just a second or two to clear my mind.  God please take me away from here. Dying alone used to be one of my biggest fears, but now it’s the only comfort that I have. I’m just tired . ..I’m just tired.

Standing in front of the mirror, all I see is the reflection of the person that I never hoped to be.  Yeah, she looks like me; she even bears my name. . . .Bianca Simms, nick-named Beebe. But she’s nothing, no nothing like me, not anymore. I watch helplessly as the tears trickle down my cheek. I’m lost in the trance of what was supposed to be.  I never wanted to be here, and I never asked for this.  But in life, you don’t always get everything that you wish. Not having the notion of doing much else, I sing. I sing the only song that’s left inside of me.

“I know why the caged bird sings, she sings because she’ll one day be free.  I know why she spreads her wings, because it’s been so long, now she has no one to please. . .” as I turn on the faucet, filling up my cup with water.

“. . .And everyone cheers, but no one sees. The girl who’s been caged, . . .but now is free. .” the harder I sing, the more the tears flow.  Just a few more minutes now, and I can finally let go. 

“. . . Oh, I know why the caged bird sings.  She sings because she’s been set free . . .and no one. . .no, no one can ever . . . “ singing now barely audible between my cries.  Staring at myself, there’s no need to wipe the tears from my eyes.  Getting the pill bottle out of my purse, I hold it close just for a second. My legs give way from underneath me now, so I stumble to take my seat on the toilet with my water and pill bottle still in hand.

“. . .Yes, yes, spread your wings. . . yes, yes, you’re finally free.” Popping the top, there’s no need to count.  I drain the whole bottle down along with the water.  Getting up from the toilet to face myself in the mirror yet again.

“. .  .As she sings, ‘I’m free.  Good Lord I’m free.’ . . waving good-bye to everything she sees. . .”  falling to the floor now, cringing in pain.  Pain I’ll never have to feel again.

“. . . free. . .yes, I’m free.” Almost in a whisper.  Holding the left side of my chest, it feels like my heart is jumping back and forth in between beats. Trying my best to breathe, but even that’s getting a little harder now.

“. . .yes,  . . yes. .  .freeeeeee.” I try my best to get the phone out of my pocket.  With it in hand, I try to call for help, but my fingers just aren’t working so well now.  With some numb, and others tightened in pain, all I have is one free finger to dial. . .9—1—1. 

“Hello this is the operator of Camdon County.  What’s your emergency?”