by admin | Jun 24, 2017 | blog, Bullying, Civil War, Hope, Life, Love, Murder, Slaves, South, www.gllpublishing.com
“I saw my father kill my mother” ‘Vinnie’ My Psychiatrist says I have ‘hate’ issues. He says to hate someone is to despise or detest them. I believe that to hate someone can sometimes be a cry for help that has been ignored for so long that the tears have evaporated and turned into bitter poisonous salt—I hate my father!I loved my mother. She had the most amazing personality and warm presence. She was my down-comforter, my angel, my favorite toy and then some. Even though there were always people in and out of our house when I was growing up, there were things that only she did for me. She would ask me what I wanted to eat when I got back from school and, when I got home from school, there it was. She would set the table and we would always eat dinner together. I don’t ever recall eating dinner with my father, then again, he was never at home. My mother would help me with my homework and make sure everything was okay with me and school was okay for me. You know, I don’t ever recall my father asking me if I was okay, or how things were at school. My mother and I said our prayers together nearly every night. If, for some reason, she had to go out with my father or over to her folks, she would call me to make sure we said our prayers together over the phone and make sure that I was okay. When I talked to her, she listened. She didn’t give me the ‘Ummm’ or...
by admin | May 8, 2016 | Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Paramedics, Suicide, Talk To Someone, www.gllpublishing.com
CHAPTER 10 The two people hated each other but the one thing which held them together albeit loosely, spurred them into action, dissipating their hate, if only momentarily. Eloise’s screams had been short-lived as her husband had slapped her and calmly instructed her to call for an ambulance. He had grabbed a towel and tore it into two as if it were mere tissue paper then using each piece had firmly bound each of Jessica’s wrists. Now, he held his daughter to him and spoke to her, willing her to live, willing her to try, “Don’t die Jessica, don’t leave us, please don’t die,” he whispered. The sound of the siren preceded the flashing lights of the ambulance. “They’re here! Patrick, the ambulance is here!” Eloise said as she let go of Jessica’s hand which she had been rubbing and ran downstairs to open the door for the paramedics. “Up here!” Patrick shouted. “Please hurry!” The paramedics, a male and female, rushed in with medical bags. “How long has she been unconscious?” The male paramedic asked. He knelt down next to Jessica’s lifeless body and felt the side of her neck for a pulse. “Two maybe three minutes,” Patrick replied. “What’s her name?” “Jessica,” Eloise answered. “Okay, we’ll take it from here,” the female paramedic said as she firmly moved Patrick back and took his place. “Jessica, can you hear me sweetheart? Jessica, can you hear me luv? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me Jessica.” Jessica didn’t respond. “Oh my God, she’s dead isn’t she? She’s dead this time!” Eloise screamed. The female paramedic put the...
by admin | May 2, 2016 | blog, Book Shop, Bullying, Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Poison, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Thank you, Uncategorized, University
CHAPTER 9 Unable to sleep, very drunk and very angry because Elle hadn’t called her back, Jessica rifled through some papers she had taken out of the secret desk compartment. She kept the compartment locked and the key to unlock it hidden in a pendant on a chain around her neck. She glanced at the papers as she desperately looked for one in particular, she read words like, ‘Death is a friend of mine’ and ‘We’re going to leave this world on our terms when the time is right for us’, they made her smile as did the gothic-like art that surrounded the words. These words usually gave her comfort in her sobriety pending the time she could get hold of a drink. She found the paper she sought, relief flooded through her, igniting her nerves and sending her pulse racing; she clasped it to her chest for a few moments. She turned her iPod on, selected a song then clambered onto her bed. She closed her eyes momentarily absorbing into her soul what can only be described as morbid, death-like music. Chanting embraced and caressed the music as it spewed out from the speakers. Each syllable seemed to conjure up spirits, evil and agile spirits that pandered to her mental state of mind – they danced to the music, decadence rife. Her heart beat faster as the chanting picked up pace and the music became almost maniacal-like. Jessica swayed this way and that, her eyes rolled backwards in her head. She felt herself floating higher and higher. The banging on her bedroom door served as...
by admin | Apr 17, 2016 | Book Shop, Dead People, Depressed, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Thank you, Uncategorized
Your support has been valuable – Thank you and enjoy Chapter 7 of U Murder U (Suicide) below Gladys x CHAPTER 7 Dr Peter Lewis walked into the conference room and saw a man holding his wife’s arm and talking to her, he saw the look of fear on his wife’s face which she was trying desperately to conceal. With slight trepidation he walked up to them and turned his wife round to face him, “Anna, what is it?” “Peter, oh my God, Peter, I just saw a vision of a little girl, she was standing over there and there was this bright light around her,” she whispered then collapsed against him. He held her close, he could feel her shaking. A short time later “Ladies and gentlemen, my wife is not feeling well and will not be able to continue with this conference. She is aware that a number of you have come a long way to be here today and has asked me to continue on her behalf and answer whatever questions you might still have. My name is Dr Peter Lewis and I co-founded TTS with Anna some years ago.” Completely ill at ease, Dr Peter Lewis rubbed his forehead nervously as he tried to make the transition from university lecturer mode to a conference speaker mode. “Suicidium is a latin word from which sui caedare is taken from, which means to kill oneself or the act of intentionally causing one’s own death. World organisations estimate that each year approximately one million people die from suicide. These organisations have said that in...
by admin | Apr 10, 2016 | Book Shop, Dead People, Depressed, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Poison, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, University
CHAPTER 6 Conference Room, Large Book Shop in Oxford Street, London After an hour and a half of talking to her audience, Anna had opened the floor up to a question and answer session. The questions were coming fast and furiously. “Is it true that people who talk about wanting to die by suicide are only seeking attention and don’t try to kill themselves?” Anna shook her head, “No, people who talk about wanting to die by suicide often do go on to kill themselves. Psychiatrists say that when people talk about it, it is often a cry for help and people shouldn’t ignore this cry because some people are actually looking for a way forward, a way through their pain without dying.” “Does suicide always occur without any warning signs?” “There are almost always warning signs, we just need to know what to look out for in people,” Anna replied. “You’ll be surprised at the number of parents I’ve spoken to who’ve said that they were completely blindsided, they didn’t see it coming. Parents who’ve said they were completely shocked and distraught at their child’s unprecedented action of suicide. Then you ask them a few pertinent questions and you find out that their son or daughter had started locking themselves in their bedroom and not been communicative for weeks prior to their death. Or the child had been depressed for weeks then suddenly became happy, which is usually when they’ve devised a plan to kill themselves, or a child suddenly starts to give away his or her most prized and treasured possessions. A mother would...
