Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen. “Ned, come inside or else!” shouted my mother.I glanced over my shoulder and suddenly felt the wind tickle against my skin. “Yes Mom i’m coming.” I said softly as i got up. Walking into the warm house i closed the slide door. Everyone was sitting, my mother Cynthia with a smile as bright as the sun. There was also my Father Edward who was as old as dirt, then my older …show more content…
The house was cold and lonely as i walked to my parents room. Oh my parents, what wonderful people who won’t be here in a few minutes. I walked down until i got to the white door. Unlocked like usual i creeped inside, my footsteps sounding like an explosion of fireworks just went off. My breath was like a wolf’s growl warning his prey that he was about to talk. Walking to the bed i could see their chests ride up and down, up and down. I quickly threw the blanket off and covered my father's mouth. His bright eyes went wide open in shock as i plunged the knife into his body. I quickly put my hand over his mouth before he woke up my mother. The blood felt warm on my hands as it went everywhere. Once,twice,three times i kept plunging it in everywhere. I liked the sound it made. His breaths were quick and unsteady. After a few minutes i bent over next to his …show more content…
“Let me help.” He said. I looked down and saw it was a bloody mess and my mother was coming out of her state of shock. I pulled the knife out and held it out to him. “Of course.” I stated. He took it and looked at me. “You are an idiot!” I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach.Blood began oozing out of my mouth. “I….thought-” “Wrong, you set it up perfectly for me little bro. Just imagine; Little Brother Kills Parents, Older brother Saves the day. It was self defense you attacked first.” Mario said with an evil grin. How could i be so dumb? Mario had never liked me and why would he try to help me in the first
She had a lot of friends and was a good student. ¨I’m in the kitchen¨, she yelled to her mother. It was Sunday morning. The day they had always eaten together. It was sort of like their tradition.
The day started out as any other day. Except that today was Tori’s funeral. I don’t get why everyone has to wear black, I thought. I tried to stay focused on the funeral service but I kept getting side-tracked. Hmm, I thought.
I said hello? In question to see if he was alright, he started shaking at the end of his bed. I approached the man then bent down to look him in the eyes. I noticed one of his hands were shaking, unusually more than the other. I gestured to grab his hand at that moment he flinched moving his hand to his throat.
He looked at the tile floor to see the mess he made. He left the kitchen and went to the bathroom, he cleaned it up and wrapped it with some gauze and bandages. He wanted to make sure it wouldn’t become much greater than it already was. He sat on the floor and looked up the ceiling, hearing the voices echo in his head, cursing and taunting him. His eyes began to swell up, tears dripped down his chin.
It was cramped and humid, raising a sweat on every member of my family. “Yes honey?” My mother’s calm and soothing voice responded to me, not taking her eyes off of the empty stretch of highway that seemed to go on forever. “Are we there yet?”
I was outside the window and was trying to reach him but… my arms could not move. “What was the point” I said as I shook my hand into the sky. Then the words came out of his mouth but as if time had slowed down. I had not that power.
I slowly opened the door as if I was walking to the gates of death, and then darkness and cold showed up in that room. It was so cold that I wished the sun could have burned me alive. There was that sound too that made me think of all forgotten legends about secrets of the night. It was getting louder and louder as if someone was pounding the table with a knife. My body was trembling, my voice, rumbling all the things I didn’t want to apprehend.
His phone was at 4% so the light was very dim. He could barely find the next couple of stairs due to the gloominess. He quickly texted his parents. While he was typing, he heard the door shut briskly. He was startled and didn’t know what to do next.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the blue, wooden shed. My seven year old hands shook as they reached for the shed door. As I opened the door, I began to realize that I was walking into a nightmare. I shouted louder than anyone has ever shouted before.
She was talking with a smile. Her hands remained cradled between his. He could smell her laughter, her joy, her dreams and that opened the door to memory; to pain. He recalled a kite in the sky and a small boy jumping, trying to reach it. And the stories he read at night to that child.
I could hear nothing but the thud of my own heartbeat. He punched the wall again making it shudder. I stood there frozen, sweat collecting heavily on my palms as he drunkenly staggered toward me. I couldn 't bring myself to move. I saw disappointment and even disgust entrenched in his eyes.
My parents always told me “ if anyone ever picking on you just ignore them and they’ll leave you alone.” I can remember those exact same words it was after I had gotten a referral in the second grade for threatening someone saying “ I’m going to kill you” it was in the middle of the year 2nd grade after lunch we went to recess and they always made us run around the track once and I had been minding my own business walking when a boy ran up behind me and kneed my behind the aching feeling carried on for a while but soon started to fade away as angry as I was I remembered what my parents said and ignored him and proceeded to walk. But that seemed like another opportunity for the boy to come back and knee me again in the same spot more than
“Thank you.” the 9 year old said. “No problem.” Victor said. He walked the kid out of the alley.
“ Follow me” he got up on his feet and climbed the wall leading to the window, I followed his path he turned around and told me, “I need you to trust me, I’m going to smash this window and we have to run faster than anything.” I swallowed my nervous feelings and just nodded my head. The little boy smashed the window and pulled himself and I out the window. We hit the ground hard and struggled to get up as pain rushed through my body. “HELP” the boy cries out.