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
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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.
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.
When I opened the front door and got a look inside, the little home with a few roses out the front had no life inside. It was a blank canvas. A few pieces of wooden furniture were inside but the walls were grey. It was cold, and new.
¨, I shouted at the bees. I was finally back near my backdoor. I winged the door open, and ran inside like the police were chasing me, taking me dead or alive.¨I'm safe.., with the rake, safe¨, I spoke to myself. I opened the garage door and spotted my dad.
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.
It was an early Saturday morning when me and my siblings went with our church to Emerald Point. I was so excited that day to test the skills I learned from swimming lessons. This was going to be one of the funnest days of my life. After weeks of practice i thought for sure i was ready to endure on this adventure. Ten o'clock arrived I hopped of the bus enthusiastic and ran to changing rooms to jump into my bathing suit.
As I approached the doorway to my home I was barely holding on to myself by a thread and time felt as though it had stood stagnant. I was trying to walk through the door without completely losing myself to tears and misery because once I let go I couldn’t see the other side of the road; I couldn’t even drag myself down the road to find a path to some kind of happiness. In this moment so much going was through my mind, a lot of questions with no answers, and I felt worried, confused, scared, stressed, and I hated myself because I thought what happened was all my fault. All I wanted was to run into my boyfriend, Ben’s arms for comfort, and he’d probably say, “It’s okay, everything will be okay,”
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
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.
“ 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.