LOVE NO LOVE PT:1

LOVE NO LOVE
PROLOUGE
　
I hear they say; it’s better to love and lost then to never love at all. Try telling that to a man that lost everything he ever loved, his parents, grand parents, only brother, best friend and now his wife. Tell him that and ask him how he feel about love, he would probably look at you like your crazy, when he the one in the straitjacket. Try asking him that when he is confided inside an all white padded room where he probably will have to live out the rest of his life. Before he finally snapped and murdered six people including his wife and best friend, he yelled, "LOVE NO LOVE!"
He can be heard yelling that almost every night, despite being heavily sedated. He is in a deep, coma like sleep and he relives his whole life up until that point and that outburst signals the end of the dream, or nightmare, depending on how you look at it. This goes on during the day also, matter of fact, this has been going on ever since he was admitted. He still hasn’t been found guilty by trial, but he was found with blood all over him. He was yelling, "LOVE NO LOVE, LOVE NO LOVE" while clutching the head of his dead wife.
The police were already on their way there after implementing him in the murder of a man about ten blocks from there. When the cops reached the entrance of the house they noticed him sitting on the floor rocking back and forth while stroking a woman’s head. One of the officers ran back outside to throw up everything he just ate. Cops arrested him with no resistance, it seemed like he was no longer there with them. Only words he said was Love no Love as he was led out the house in handcuffs covered in blood.
Inside the house, cops found four more dead bodies upstairs and all the victims were next to nude with gunshots wounds as the cause of death. Cops recovered the gun at the scene along with the knife used to kill his wife. They theorized that he first killed his wife then went and killed everybody else in the house because there was a footprint trail of blood that led them to the people upstairs. To see what made him snap, we have too look into his dreams and see why he believes LOVE NO LOVE.
CHAPTER 1
　
His life started September eleventh 1984 and he was born in a Jersey City basement to Sheila and Kelvin Davis. "Kelvin come in here, I think my water just broke." Sheila screamed as she tried to get up off the cold and dirty basement floor. "Kelvin come help me and I hope you aint shoot all my dope." She said with more concern with getting high then she did with having her second son. She hasn’t seen her first son in about two years and her and Kelvin both all but forgot about their son Mikel who was living with his grandmother.
"Damn baby you aint even due yet." Kelvin said walking out the back of the basement not really knowing how far along she really was because she never made it to a doctor’s appointment. "You just wanna make sho I aint shoot all the dope." He said as he sat next to Sheila ignoring the wetness underneath him.
"I paid for it." Sheila snapped as she grabbed at Kelvin's shirt pocket were the packets of dope was kept. "I laid down with them niggas for the money, all you did was go copp." She said as Kelvin slapped her hand away.
"I told you I just want to make sho it aint that strong, I was just looking for my tools." Kelvin said looking at his wife, she was once beautiful and so full of promise. "You shouldn’t be doing this shit anyway with the baby coming so soon." Kelvin said as he reached for his tools in his pants pocket. "Let me test it first." Kelvin said in a hoarse whisper as he proceeded to prepare the drug for insertion into his body. His hands started shaking and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he looked at the drugs lustfully.
The anticipation of their first hit had both Sheila's and Kelvin's stomach bubbling. It was like they had diarrhea and was on the verge of defecating on themselves. Its so real, Kelvin always passes gas as he draws the liquefied dope into the syringe. His mouth gets extremely dry, his eyes gets as big as fifty cent pieces, and he licks his very chapped lips right before he injects himself with the drug. Kelvin closes his eyes and lean his head back against the cool basement wall letting the dope run through him.
Suddenly he shoots forward and stretch open his eyes to capacity while clutching his chest. His eyes started to roll around his head and then his body went into convulsions. Sheila noticed foam coming from the sides of his mouth and panicked. "ROSIE!" she screamed calling for the first floor resident of the crack house. Rosie came running into the basement and noticed Kelvin overdosing on the basement floor. "Call an ambulance, I think he gonna die." She cried as she reached around him and grabbed the leftover drugs from his pockets.
Just as Rosie was running out the basement Sheila felt a sharp pain in her stomach from a contraction and screamed. "Rosie tell them I’m having my baby." She yelled with tears streaming down her cheek. Up until that point she forgot her water broke. "Baby don’t die baby, help is on the way." Sheila said as she caressed the side of Kelvin’s face. His eyes were wide open, but he was dead and gone and Sheila felt another contraction. She ripped open one of the packets of dope and sniffed the same poison that just killed her husband. She reasoned it was just a little to ease the pain.
When the EMT’s and EMS workers arrived, Sheila was in a full nod from the potent dope she snorted. The EMT’s workers figured she passed out from the pain, or the sight of her husband dying. They felt her pulse and gave her oxygen but noticed that the baby she was carrying was ready to be born. Sheila cervix was ten centimeters in diameter and the baby head was all but out. Sheila awoke to one of her contractions only being in a deep nod against the wall. Sheila stayed awake long enough to give two strong pushes, delivering a healthy baby before she went into another one of her dope nods.
All while this is going on the EMS workers were trying to revive Kelvin, but it was to no avail. Kelvin died on the day his son was born without ever seeing his face. They put Sheila on a stretcher and one of the workers carried the tiny baby boy in a blanket outside to an awaiting ambulance. Rosie scooped up the remaining bags of dope when the EMT’s and EMS were working. A little later she would be found dead by her daughter with a needle still stuck in her arm.
At the hospital the doctors rushed Sheila into an emergency room because she was still bleeding from the delivery. They took the baby to the maternity ward and cleaned him, weighed him and took his footprints. The doctors were frantically working on Sheila trying to stop her from hemorrhaging to death. The baby was enjoying his first bottle when Sheila was pronounced dead on the operating table. The baby boy was extremely healthy, despite all the drugs his mother consumed and the abuse she took from her tricks daily.
Rosie managed to call Sheila's mother informing her that her daughter delivered a baby boy. Sheila’s mother had no idea that Sheila was pregnant and made a quick dash to the hospital to make sure she got custody of the new baby along with Mikel. Rosie didn’t tell her that Kelvin died but Mrs. Martin probably would have said he got what he deserved. She still blames Kelvin for getting Sheila hooked on drugs and losing her nursing job at Jersey City Medical Center. When Mrs. Martin arrived at the hospital she was informed of her daughters passing first then she was led to the nursery to get a good look at her newest grandson. Mrs. Martin shed no tears for her daughter that passed away, having cried enough over the past two years. When the baby was released he went home with Mrs. Martin and she raised him just like her own and she even got to name him.