August 9th (Two months and five days after Habiba was kidnapped, three days before she was rescued) + she does not remember it yet.
It was not up to an hour before I recovered from this terrible night made, and thank God that I did survive it even if shit was real, I am too right.
Even if I did not flow up everything that started happening in my life I still was unsure if their us anyone who could do this better than I could, or would.
"P. L. E. A. S. E. G. E. T. H. E. R. S. P. L. A. C. E. T. O. S. T. A. Y. (Please get her a place to stay)" he said as he moved his body little by little from mine
"S. II. R S. H. E. I. S. R. E. A. D. Y (she is ready)" Stella said as she held me properly to prevent Mr from galling or tripping of any kind.
"W. E. A. R. E. L. O. S. S. I. N. G. H. E. R. (We are losing her)" he said as he trued to look at my palm to see if there is any life in me
