Look at you little plant. Just sitting there limply and pathetic in the window. Everyone deserves a fresh start though, right? Right. There have bee far worse people in history that have been able to start over. And besides, it’s not like I meant to kill that guy. You know how stories go: boy meets girl, girl kill boy, boy sells girl weed, yada yada yada.
He told me he had a little grow room in his garage. Nothing fancy, but enough to get by. I’m a realistic person, little plant. If someone grows on the side to make ends meat, I can get behind that. Maybe just be aware of your surroundings, and maybe don’t get so big where maybe important people start to notice what’s going on.
That was always his flaw, you know. He was always a little too comfortable. He had a good product, and he knew it! Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be sitting here in an empty room talking to a plant.
I strolled over to his place for, reasons. Little to my knowledge at the time someone had been watching me. Someone knew what was going on. Cops? Rival drug dealers? I don’t know who it was who kicked the door in.
It just happened so fast.
I saw his body smack into the paved floor of the garage. One clean bullet through his right eye. As the gun hit the floor, what little instinct I had kicked in so I grabbed it! Can you believe it?!
Just like that.
That’s when I grabbed you up and ran quietly into the dark. Considering I have no knowledge of how to take care of your I’m not surprised that you’re dying. I sold most of my belongings just to get here. I’ll have to figure something out. If you die his death will be for nothing.