My Savior
Chapter One: Memory Lane
Dawson James Creed; 13, of Oakland, Illinois; born in Bloomington, Illinois on October 6th passed away on October 9, 2008 at 4:31 P.M. A funeral will be held on Thursday October 12 at the Light Funeral Home at 10 A.M. Visitation will be held the previous day from 2-7 P.M. at the Light Funeral Home. Dawson enjoyed reading manga, drawing, and sword fighting/ fencing. Loved and missed by many, he will never be forgotten, but held in God's arms. Previously deceased are the following: Edith Creed-Grahm ("Grammy"); Grandmother, Sid Willow; Uncle, Maxwell Creed; Step-Grandfather, and Lucy Roberts; niece. Surviving are intermediate family Leigh Creed; Mother, James Creed; Father, Maximus Creed;
Brother, Samuel Creed; Brother, Gracey Creed; Sister, Miriam Johnson; Great-Grandmother, Stephen Grahm; Grandfather, and best friends Chance Ferrari and Cole Fiddler; a group of three whom were inseparable. "I want Dawson back," best friend Chance Ferrari said, "I don't think I can forgive. He was my brother, and it hurts. I love you, man. I wish you didn't have to leave Cole and I here behind. See you again someday, dude." In lieu of flowers, donations will also be accepted and are asked to be given to Stanley Fencing.
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BOY SHOT NEAR HOME. On October 6, 2008 junior high student was shot on his way home from school near his home in Oakland, Illinois by drug dealers Austin Williams-Falk and Kody Alan Smith when victim Dawson James Creed was mistaken as an mafia target. The thirteen year old boy was shot once in the chest and once in the head, dying immediately after bullet impact. Police Officers of Oakland caught the dealers at a local home. Trial is set for the 30th of this month. "I hope these men burn in hell," said Creed's mother. " -- To take my son like this is absolute madness. He was just a boy!"
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Journal Entry; December 2008
I can't take this shit anymore! Cole isn't even talking to me, my grades are half assed, I got kicked out from football, and Dad's treating me like trash as always. Mom's been missing for a week, and I just know that when she shows up Dad's gonna beat her bloody. I hate God. I hate this life. Why do I have to be stuck in all of this BULL SHIT? I 'm SO leaving someday. Somewhere far away, where I don't have to worry about anything, and just kick back for as long as I want without hearing that dumb wrestling show in the living room or Dad screaming about where his cigarettes are, or hearing my parents fight when they're wasted. I'm done. They can SUCK IT. **** IT ALL.
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Journal Entry; February 2009
I feel like I'm falling. My head hurts; I've got this huge ass headache cuz' I'm hung over. HA HA. I haven't gone to school in a week and dad doesn't even give a damn. Hell yeah, time to party. I think I'm gonna get into some of his dope later. I haven't tried it. He'll probably be too gone to even notice.
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Journal Entry; March 2009
Damn I tried his weed once and now everytime he thinks that it's off he comes and beats me up. Seriously I'm going to cry and I don't even care. It's bogas, I don't even like that shit. It barely lasts!
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Journal Entry; January 2010
This school is a joke.
Brother, Samuel Creed; Brother, Gracey Creed; Sister, Miriam Johnson; Great-Grandmother, Stephen Grahm; Grandfather, and best friends Chance Ferrari and Cole Fiddler; a group of three whom were inseparable. "I want Dawson back," best friend Chance Ferrari said, "I don't think I can forgive. He was my brother, and it hurts. I love you, man. I wish you didn't have to leave Cole and I here behind. See you again someday, dude." In lieu of flowers, donations will also be accepted and are asked to be given to Stanley Fencing.
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BOY SHOT NEAR HOME. On October 6, 2008 junior high student was shot on his way home from school near his home in Oakland, Illinois by drug dealers Austin Williams-Falk and Kody Alan Smith when victim Dawson James Creed was mistaken as an mafia target. The thirteen year old boy was shot once in the chest and once in the head, dying immediately after bullet impact. Police Officers of Oakland caught the dealers at a local home. Trial is set for the 30th of this month. "I hope these men burn in hell," said Creed's mother. " -- To take my son like this is absolute madness. He was just a boy!"
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Journal Entry; December 2008
I can't take this shit anymore! Cole isn't even talking to me, my grades are half assed, I got kicked out from football, and Dad's treating me like trash as always. Mom's been missing for a week, and I just know that when she shows up Dad's gonna beat her bloody. I hate God. I hate this life. Why do I have to be stuck in all of this BULL SHIT? I 'm SO leaving someday. Somewhere far away, where I don't have to worry about anything, and just kick back for as long as I want without hearing that dumb wrestling show in the living room or Dad screaming about where his cigarettes are, or hearing my parents fight when they're wasted. I'm done. They can SUCK IT. **** IT ALL.
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Journal Entry; February 2009
I feel like I'm falling. My head hurts; I've got this huge ass headache cuz' I'm hung over. HA HA. I haven't gone to school in a week and dad doesn't even give a damn. Hell yeah, time to party. I think I'm gonna get into some of his dope later. I haven't tried it. He'll probably be too gone to even notice.
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Journal Entry; March 2009
Damn I tried his weed once and now everytime he thinks that it's off he comes and beats me up. Seriously I'm going to cry and I don't even care. It's bogas, I don't even like that shit. It barely lasts!
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Journal Entry; January 2010
This school is a joke.