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Name: Jeff
Birthday: 7/16/1990
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| If you are heartless enough, and/or too fucking lazy to read something
this important, just close this now, and never talk to me again.
My name is Jeff Christian Wells, this is a true story, and this really
did happen to me, so if any of you sons of bitches don't want to
believe me, then you can go to hell for all I care.
10:24 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005.
November 24th, 1961 --- December 15th, 2005  ..44 years old... R.I.P Veronica Garcia Wells.
If anyone thinks they are in love with some kind of puppy love thing...
They should read this. If anyone thinks they really know what
true love is, they should read this. My true love left the world
yesterday, left this cruel fucking earth that the so-called sonofa
bitch God created. God just proved how merciful he was, and how
much he existed yesterday, when he took my mother away from me...
8:35 AM, Wednesday, December 14th, 2005, In my first period class of biology at school, bored as usual.
"Jeff," said my teacher, "You just got a phone call, they said to call
home." I just nodded and as I walked by to use the crappy school
phone, my friend offered me to use his phone, so I gladly took it and
walked outside. I called my house....Busy.... I called again...
Busy... So then I called the hospital where my mother was at, asked for
her number, and talked to her. "Did dad go by there today?" I
asked my mother. "No, I haven't seen him all day." she
replied. She sounded really slurred and slow, and I was guessing
it was because of the combination of her being sick mixed with the
medications she was on. "So how are you doing there mom?" I asked
her. "Oh, I'm doing alright." she said slowly in return, but this
time, she was lying to me. I told her I loved her very much and
hung up, with very little knowledge that this would've been the last
time that I would speak to her again, ever...
6:13 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. At home.
Waited at home, waiting for some kind of phone call from my father
because he was visiting my mother in the hospital. I wanted to
know what was happening to her, wanted to know why they moved her from
a regular hospital room to a breathing machine in the critical care
center, wanted to know why she couldn't breath on her own, wanted to
know what happened, how it happened, and why it happened. Worried
sick about my mother, cleaning up, washing dishes, moving furniture and
desks, sweating, frustrated, babysitting my little sister. I made
her food, something simple, just a plain TV-Dinner, and I made myself
one as well.
Around 7:30, Thursday, December 15th, 2005, At home, just under 3 hours before that son of a bitch up there took her away from me.
Finished cleaning, dirty clothes, the stench of dirty dishes and rags
on me, finally cooled off, and was half-way through eating my TV-Dinner
with my little sister. That was when I had gotten the phone call,
the phone call. My brother called me and sounded a bit excited,
in a bad way... He told me specifically to get my little sister and
myself dressed up, and that we were going to the hospital. This
seemed unusual to me, normally the hospital wouldn't allow my little
sister and/or I inside, because of the major health risks. Even
so, I just brushed it off, figuring that my brother just wanted us to
go see our mother. Yet, it didn't work out like that, my other
brother already had come when I just barely hung up with my first
brother. Then, I had to call him back and tell him that our other
brother was there to take my little sister and I to the hospital.
So, quickly, worriedly, I got myself dressed, and then helped my little
sister get dressed. Next thing you know, I was out the door with
my little sister and my ex-girlfriend, my first girlfriend, she wanted
to come with me to see my mother too.
Around 7:50 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. In the car, on my way to the hospital, to see what has happened to my mother.
I called my father on his cell phone from my ex-girlfriend's cell phone
to see what was going on at the hospital....No answer... I tried
calling the first brother of mine, the one that called me and told me
to get dressed, to see if he knew what was going on....No answer...
"What the hell is happening," I thought to myself, "Why won't anyone
pick up the phone?" That is when my ex-girlfriend's cell phone
rang, in my hand. So, I handed it over to her, told her to pick
it up. She picked it up, and starting talking to her
mother. Her phone was broken, and the only way that she could
talk on it was the speaker phone. So, I overheard them.
"Louisa," said her mother, "I just talked to Jeff's brother, Chris...He
said that their mother in the hospital won't make it through the
night" That was the moment, the moment that I started panicking,
worried and in denial. I wanted to hurry up and get to the
hospital already. I looked at my little sister, she was sound
asleep... And I thought to myself how lucky she was, that she did not
hear that, neither could she fully understand what it meant if she did
hear it. "Don't tell no one though, Louisa." said her mother
again. "Uh you are only on speaker phone..." said Louisa.
Her mother must've felt akward, because she just stayed silent, and
then
they hung up, leaving me in the world of worry and confusion.
About 8:30 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. Just arrived at the hospital.
So I walked up the big hill, and into the entrance of the St. Agnes
Medical Center. Went straight to the information center and asked
where Veronica Garcia Wells was, then headed on my way to the 3rd
floor. Then I walked down a long hallway, combined with my
anxiety, it seemed like hours to walk down this hallway. Then
when I got to the end, I seen almost every one of my family members
there, aunts, uncles, cousins, brother, sisters, father, grandparents,
and an in-law. They were all weeping in the waiting room, and
most of them hugged me, the others just sat there weeping... I
started getting scared about why they were crying. My aunt lead
me to the critical care room that my mother was in. I seen her,
her face, the machines that she was on, the constant beeping the
machines made, and the rest of her.... Even more of my family was in
the room circling around her... most of them crying, one of my uncles
was reading a bible next to her bed. I didn't see my father or my
sister... I walked beside my mother, picking up her warm soft hand, and
caressing it gently, softly, looking at her in fear and pain. She
was asleep, they put her to sleep, because the machines are very
uncomfortable. Yet, her eyes were still partially opened, and I
tried to look into them with failure, because what I started to see
terrified me. Her eyes looked vacant, like there was nothing in
them, just looking straight ahead, like she couldn't even see me, as if
I wasn't there... I cried the moment I saw her eyes, the way they
looked so lifeless, empty... ...dead.... I could no longer even try to
look into her eyes. I tried to fully close them, but they always
opened back up just enough to reveal her pupil. All I could do
was sit there, hugging my face against hers, kissing her cheek and
forehead constantly, softly... whispering in her ear that she will be
okay, and how much I love her, and that I WOULD see her WHEN she got
home...That she was too young for her to leave me......that I was too
young for her to leave me.. I stood there, kissing her hand, her face,
softly, rubbing her hair as I whispered into her ear... "I have helped
you with situations before, I'm here... Mom, I'm right here... look at
me... answer me... squeeze my hand... something.. please.. I beg
you...One of the most important men in your life, is right here, I have
helped you before... please mom.. I am begging you.. please let this be
one of those times that I have helped you, please get through this, I
am right here..." But in the end, I never had gotten a response
from her.... so I kissed her 5 more times, on the hand, and the
face. And I walked out of the room, I couldn't take it anymore...
9:00 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. In the hospital's Cafeteria.
I walked into the cafeteria, hoping that maybe eating something could
calm me down. I bought a cheese burger, some french fries, and a
water. I sat there with 4 of my cousins, and my ex-girlfriend
Louisa. I was eating pretty slowly, if anything else, not at
all... I could see the worries on my relatives' faces, from the corner
of my eye. I didn't mean to worry them, but I was just stuck....
Thinking about my mother's face, how it was so pale, so.. empty....I
finally just decided to eat... and get it over with... After I was
finished eating, I walked outside with my father's cell phone, I seen
him on the way out of the critical care room. I tried to call
someone, someone I couldn't stop thinking about, I felt like I needed
to hear her voice... felt like there was no one else in the world who
could've comforted me as much as she could... just by talking...So I
called her... "Hello?" whispered the girl. "Hey? Hi..." I said
back.. ..."Jeffie?" she asked ..."Yeah, hi..." I replied..."What's
wrong Jeffie?" she asked... "I don't know.. I just.. are you
busy? Do you want me to call you back when you can talk?" I
asked. She then told me if she could call me back in a few
minutes... So of course I accepted... Then, when I got the phone call,
she told me she was in her night class, and that she was really cold
because she stepped outside, and then she asked me if she could call me
when she got home, and warm. I actually encouraged her to go
somewhere and get warm.. But... she never called me back that
night...And I didn't want to bother her either.. So after a while of
waiting, my cousins walked outside to me and ushered me back inside, so
I just decided to walk back to my mother's bed...
9:45 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. With my father, right next to my mother in her critical care room.
I stood next to her, watching her in more fear and pain every second,
as the doctors did numerous procedures and assessments. By this
time I have come back and forth to my mothers room many times, and
everytime I always whispered I loved her in her ear, kissing her
gently. One doctor came in, obviously to tell me and my father
some bad news about her. "She's asleep right now, her blood
pressure and her blood sugars have dropped very low, she has pneumonia,
and she also developed Hepatitus on top of that. We're doing all
that we can, we've maxed out the medications for her blood pressure and
sugar, but her major organ systems are also failing. Her liver is
failing, her lungs, her kidneys, her bladder, and she also took severe
brain damage. So even if we did get her out of this, she wouldn't
be the same person that she was." the doctor told us. "Doctor,"
my father asked, "How long is she going to be like this?"...
"Most likely, she will never wake up again... We have done many tests
and she has no reflexes that she should have... and that is a bad
sign." he said. "So what's going to happen?" asked my
father.. "Well, that's partially up to you... right now she is on
a breathing machine because she could not breath on her own, she will
most likely not make it through tonight, so, if it should ever come to
a point where she would be dead but her body was kept running on
machines, it is up to you whether we unhook the machines and let her
go, or keep her on them......What do you think she would want?" he
asked. "I don't know.....I just.. oh my god... I've been with this
woman for 26...27 years, I have never been with anyone for more then
that, not even my parents, and.. she is all that I have in the world,
she is all that I know... I just... can't look at her, on those
machines, and say unhook them, and let her go...." said my
father. All I did was sit there, listening to their conversation,
and watching my mother, knowing that she will never be able to speak to
me again... "I know, it is hard, and it's tough." said the
doctor. After a few moments of silence my father finally spoke
again, "Well, is it possible that you keep her running over night, and
then maybe in the morning or something we can see if she gets any
better or progresses at all??".... "Yes that is possible, and we can do
that." said the doctor. "And one more thing," the doctor said,
"if it should ever come to the point where her heart stops beating, we
need to know from you whether to recessitate or not, to try to keep her
alive, this involves pumping of the chest, which in this case, it's
almost impossible to do that to save her, and plus, it could break her
chest bones. So, we need to know, on your call, whether to
recessitate or not." My dad thought for a while, and finally
broke the silence. "No, if her heart stops, just.. let her go, do
not recessitate, and if she lasts till morning, we can see if anything
is wrong with her." he said... "Then that settles it, we will do that
then." the doctor said, and then walked out of the room... without
realizing that none of them knew that she wasn't going to even make it
until the morning.
10:14 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. Still with my father, next to my mother's bed.
A nurse walked up to us and said, "Her blood pressure and sugar levels
have dropped fatally low, and...we just might be getting near the end
right about now..."... My father just kept looking down, told me to get
every one of our family members in here, and to do it quickly.... and
so I listened, I ran... ran into the waiting room, yelled for everyone
to hurry up and get in there... wondering how I could say such a thing,
because I knew what was going to happen...I found everyone... but my
brother... so, I yelled back for them to go on without me, because I
was gonna find my brother.. I ran out, looked for an exit, looked all
ways, I couldn't find him anywhere, I tried calling him, but the
only thing I got was his answer machine. Called him again... left
him a message, I said "Chris, I need you to get up here ASAP!... Mom..
is not going to make it... not anymore... please.. just hurry."
With that I ran back out, looked both ways in case I missed him, and
then ran back to the room...
10:24 PM, Thursday, December 15th, 2005. Just walking into my mother's room...
I walked in her room.... I walked right next to her side, and I watched
her breathing slow down...I got scared, I reached for her hand, and as
soon as I grabbed it... the beeper went off on one of the machines, as
one of them said it.. said the words most feared by everyone in the
room..........."She's gone."...
The combined crying turned even louder, everyone was crying and
weeping.... but the only one I heard, was my father.... I have never
seen him cry so loud, or so much, or so long before in my life...
watching him there, bent over my mother's hand.... crying... not able
to look her in the eye, he was frightened of remembering her like
that.... I leaned over my father, almost laying on him, holding onto
his hands, pressing my face against his back, but... I wasn't
crying.... I wasn't feeling anything... I looked at my mother... in
denial.... "She's not gone.." I thought... "She's... not.. gone.." And
for 2 full minutes, I could not cry.... I just didn't accept
it... Then I started getting worried.. as in... "Do I really
care?".. I got scared, I cared, I really did, but when I looked at my
mother's face, I just couldn't believe it..... I didn't like to feel
like I didn't care, because I did, I LOVE my mom very much with all of
my heart......and then my vision blurred, every noise was faded out,
everything was moving in slow motion.. and then it hit me.. reality hit
me..I seen my dad, the way he was bent over crying, i've never seen
him.. like that before...and then.. I seen my mothers face.. her
dead... silent... empty face.. and I looked at the machines... she was
flatlined.. and.. she was.. dead...It suddenly hit me, out of no where,
I bursted out crying, crying like I never have cried before, for
anything... ... still bending over my father, begging my dead mother to
please come back, to please not leave us like this.......to please some
how.. just talk to us.. I kept waiting, waiting to wake up from a
nightmare, waiting to wake up from sleeping, and then when I did wake
up, I would see my mother, completely healthy and happy just having
fun, being innocent..... just waiting for that moment to happen, but it
never did, and it never will... She shouldn't have died... It was not
her time to go.... She has no right to leave us like this...God
please.. I beg you.. let her live, spare her life... I will do
anything...I don't care if she makes a mess every day and/or pisses me
off, it's worth it.. I would clean after her every day and deal with
whatever I had to.. just.. bring her back.. But nothing happened, she
just stayed that way....She wouldn't come back, she couldn't....I
stayed with her, I stayed with her until her skin turned tough, cold,
and then eventually white.... And every second I looked at her, hurt
even more, as I kissed her lifeless, dead fingers, her hand, and her
face... kissing her for one last time... and then whispering in her ear
... "Live in peace, mother, you are the greatest woman I have ever
known... Just rest.. in peace.. At least you're not hurting anymore,
and some day... some day... we will all be together once
again.....I promise... I love you my one and only
mother...I love you to death, and will forever love you...
Good-Bye..." I let her go.. I walked out of the room... I made my
hands bloody, from hitting the wall, that is now soaked in my blood....
and then just like that.. without warning... My one true love, the only
woman in the world that I truly loved... My Mother... was gone...and
this time, I knew she wouldn't be coming back...
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| Hey everyone stopping by today.. i hope everyone had a nice 4th of
july.. i know i did.. my birthday is in 11 days (July 16) i hope ya'll
can send me stuff in my email :P luv ya every1.. well.. my 4th of july
was cool.. i got drunk and lit some roman candles and everything.. it
was cool, oh well i'm outta here, update.. i'm doing fine.. but not
really.. actually i'm pretty fucked right now.. i'm a total fuckup, and
now my life will be ruined.. and there's nothing i can do about it... i
don't know, i guess it's just what i get for fucking up so bad.. god i
wish i wouldn't have fucked her
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