I have never been so happy and I had always dreamed of something like this. I never truly believed in love, I tried many times to believe it in. I met him when I was going through a rough patch in my life. Unlike everyone else, he was always there for me. We were so unbelievably happy, everything I had always wanted. We had shared moments and memories together that would forever be apart of my life. I had dreamed of being with someone who fit my personality and who seemed to know everything about me. I never worried about how much he seemed to know me because I was a very open person. There were some secrets but everyone has a secret. I felt like he always knew where I was even if I hadn’t told him. *Text message ring* “What are you up …show more content…
I felt anxious and scared to fall asleep that night. Every noise I heard, I felt it was him. I woke up the next morning and things in my room was switched around. I left my water bottle next to my bed and when I woke up it was on my desk. I convinced my mother that I felt sick and she allowed me to stay home from school. She made me understand that I had to go to school the next day. I felt the air was different and it caused me to hide in bed all day. My phone rang all day but I did not touch it. I was terrified to face him or even see the text messages. I glanced over a few …show more content…
I had officially shut him out of my life but I could still feel his presence. Almost like he was inside the house with me, hiding somewhere. I planned on going to bed early, I hadn’t slept longer than three hours in a few nights. I got ready for bed and I turned my phone off for the night so I wouldn’t be woken by him. Three hours later, I was woken by the sound of cups clinking in my room. I quietly peeked one eye open and there he was, I tried to not make a sound. I just wanted him to leave me alone and I never wanted to see him again. I closed my eyes quickly but I felt a tight grab on my arm. Violently, I was picked up and throw over his back. He placed a note on my bed and I caught a glimpse of it. I was able to take a glimpse at the note and it read “Do not come looking for her. She is now safe.” He carried me down the steps and outside to his car. He pushed me into the trunk of his car where I cried for help but no one could hear me. I should have told someone, I should have told someone, I should have told
I never want to go through that again. It was a late summer night about two years ago. I laid quietly in my room, preparing to let myself fall into a deep, much needed sleep. Suddenly, I heard the persistent ringing of my cell phone.
I didn’t know what to do so I hide behind a bookshelf and found something to throw and I threw it across the room to make him think that I was there he went to where the noise was I quietly, but I hurried up I didn’t want him to catch me, so I tried to find a place to hide and, so I went in to the kitchen and hide in there. I was trying to think of what I could next, and my brain wasn’t thinking fast enough I was trying really hard to think of something then in the corner of my eye I seen a smoke bomb. I then got an idea it was when he walks in here I will through it and then I will kill him.
As I fall towards the surface of the water, the past year flashes before me. I remember our first few months together. We were so in love; I was certain that this man was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was the first thing I saw when I woke and the last when I fell asleep.
I screamed. I screamed, “STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER!” [As I was running up the stairs I realized it was my dad]. I close the door as tight as I could and, held it with all my might.
When he heard me walking about the garden, he called out to me. Floating in the pool, he quietly told me about his wishes to die. He even asked for my assistance in his death. Of course, I could not accept. Not three minutes after I had left for help, I heard a gunshot.
I remember we were talking about him going to college, and how I wouldn’t see him until Thanksgiving, when he grabbed my hand and told me he loved me. Not only as his best friend, but as more. I don’t think I had ever been any happier in my entire life. Chris, my best friend since I was five loved me back. I had loved him since he made me give him my first kiss in fifth grade in exchange for a piece of gum because he didn’t want any other boy to do it.
I quickly fell in love with him and felt that we would be happy together. We married in Cairo and had an extravagant wedding,
I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.
I moved with my family from Poland to the United States when I was in second grade. Ever since then, I always felt the privilege of knowing two completely different lifestyles allowed me to become more open-minded. Since I am fortunate enough to remember the culture of my motherland from when I was young, I grow up admiring different culture and observing what they have in common as well as seeking things that make each country unique. Consequently, I think it was my background that shaped me to be the person I am today as I love testing new ideas.
My breath trembled, I knew I needed to hide. I got up and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I heard someone holler, that only encouraged me to run faster. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm out of nowhere.
I was putting my Halloween costume on when I heard something moving in my closet. I turn to the closet door half dressed with a curious look on my face. In my mind, it being Halloween, I thought I was just hearing things or my little brother was playing a prank on me. I walk out the door to my room, down the stairs and as I was about to walk out the front door my father caught me, “Where are you going?” he asked “Out, it’s
I no longer try to think how to escape and talk with him regularly like how I was today during dinner. I was in middle of a sentence when I heard shouting. “I know he took her. Where is she,” I heard a mysterious voice shouted getting closer with each word. That voice sounded so familiar.
Early next morning which was a Saturday, I was seated in a bus to Accra and I had occupied myself with my ear piece, listening to songs on my phone and watching video clips with much excitement in my heart yet some anxiety. He knew I was coming to see him and we had decided a walk on the beach. I knew it was going to be fun. As soon as I got to his school’s gate, I alighted and there he was! Right at the gate!
In sonnet 29 The Man is one of the most depressing men ever, very envious and insecure his own skin. Often the question asked is "how do you love someone when you cant even love yourself" The man is constantly depressed but the question asked is completely discredited in this sonnet. This man may be one of the most depressing bokes ever, but when he sees his Jane Doe his everlasting despair disipates. He makes the statement " Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of dayarising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate.
My feet lift my body up and begin to glide across the wood floors, little by little I begin to make my way towards my bedroom when I see a note hanging on the back door. That wasn't there before. I scampered over and tear the note off the glass door. The note was on the inside of the door. Chase hasn't come back.