Corey. Its been almost three years since I found out you were dead. Seemed so surreal, a joke. I was talking to you, laughing the day before. One day there the next, in a coma never to wake up again. Your girlfriend and baby boy, waiting, hoping, but it would never happen. Doctors would spend hours picking bits of your skull out of your brain, never giving in while there was hope. You fought for three days, the person who put you there got three years. Over a lie. That little fucking cunt. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone" doesn't give your son his father back, or hold your girlfriend when times are tough.
That whore thought it was no big deal to say you touched her. When the cop blabbed over the news that was the motivation, you went from victim to villain. If she hadn't bragged to her friend about getting away with the lie, and then recanting her testimony on the stand, they probably would've gotten away with it. But see that was on page 6 in the local paper. No longer exciting 7 months later. Damage done.
Fuck her, her sister, and mostly her sisters boyfriend. He ll be out soon. Free. Free to hold his baby, touch his girlfriend. Sleep soundly at night with all the possibilities of life ahead of him.
He will know pain. He will know loss. All of them will.
That whore thought it was no big deal to say you touched her. When the cop blabbed over the news that was the motivation, you went from victim to villain. If she hadn't bragged to her friend about getting away with the lie, and then recanting her testimony on the stand, they probably would've gotten away with it. But see that was on page 6 in the local paper. No longer exciting 7 months later. Damage done.
Fuck her, her sister, and mostly her sisters boyfriend. He ll be out soon. Free. Free to hold his baby, touch his girlfriend. Sleep soundly at night with all the possibilities of life ahead of him.
He will know pain. He will know loss. All of them will.