Katherine sank into the rocking chair, her hand covering the bleeding wound. Her eyes trained on the dipping sun, the blue sky was filled with streams of pink and red. The weariness of blood loss was creeping up on her as she pressed her hand even tighter against her side. Still, blood seeped through, staining her once pretty, blue sundress, now ripped and a sickening shade of maroon. She heard frantic steps inside the house. Her mother was talking quickly, Katherine's name being dropped a few times. Katherine wasn't sure to whom her mom could be talking; even still, the alcohol in her mother's system audibly weighed her words down. Maybe it was her step dad, Michael? The drunken lies slipped from her mother's lips continuously. …show more content…
Small droplets of blood cascaded down the front of her dress. “You are wrong; I am not your daughter." Sarah swallowed, nodding slowly. “Azadkiel." Without a second thought, Sarah raced towards the truck. In an instant, the angel was there. Blood dripped from the dress. “That is insulting. I am talking to you.” The pickup caught fire. Sarah jumped, looking between the flames and Azadkiel. Without hesitation, Azadkiel placed a warm hand against Sarah's forehead. Two blinding, blue flames shot from her eyes, and Sarah’s scream filled the sky. The sun finally sunk behind the horizon. Sarah Delacroix was dead, and Azadkiel removed herself from her vessel. When she came to, Katherine’s body was racked with an insurmountable amount of pain. She felt like she’d topple over at the slightest gust of wind. The girl knew she’d have to call 911. She’d have to explain that her mother had attacked her, that she’d tried to gut her with a bread knife. Her movements were slow, jerky, and painful, and every breath, every step she took caused a wave of searing pain throughout her …show more content…
It was a small town, and when you lived in the middle of it, there were obvious perks. Neighbors gathered around to see Katherine wheeled away on a gurney, and a long, black bag zipped up. It was a spectacle to see, in their small town. One that was surely not going to be forgotten anytime soon. "Katherine, hey." Michael, her stepdad stepped into the room. He was carrying a bouquet of simple, white flowers. "I hope you're feeling better. The doctors... well," He trailed off. "Let's not talk about that." While his tone was light, something heavy weighed him down. "Your mother did this to you?" He placed the flowers on a table and sat down. His blue eyes caught light, and tears brimmed. Katherine nodded her head, and tried to reassure her dad she was fine now. That she was okay, because Sarah - the woman who was supposed to take care of her - was dead. Gone. She didn't know how, and frankly, Katherine didn't give a damn. "I..I'm sorry," Michael said. Those words had been spit at her enough that day. Instead of saying that it "was fine" or she "was okay." "Why do you have to be sorry? It's not like you did this to
After feeling ostracised by the township, the alienated Brennan family are driven to leave the town of Mumbilli at 4:30am. With hardly any peer support, Tom begins to lose his sense of security, resulting in his transformation into an unconfident teen who is afraid of public opinion. It is no wonder that Tom is unable to move on in his new town as he is being held back in fear of revealing his past. Burke tactfully illustrates Tom’s emotional kaleidoscope through phrases such as “I felt the knot snap” and “my guts landing at my feet” (Burke, pg 172) when reflecting on the accident. On the contrary, with encouragement from family members, Tom begins to step out of his comfort zone and face the future that is to come.
“Well, Alice, my father said, if it had to happen to one of you, I’m glad it was you and not your sister” (57). Even though Alice was the victim of the horrid crime, she had to stabilize her own emotions, so that she could help her sister cope with this tragedy. Throughout Alice’s childhood, Jane struggled with alcoholism and panic attacks. “I wished my mother were normal, like other moms, smiling and caring, seemingly, only for her family” (37).
“She cried out, she cried for her mother, she felt her breath start jerking back and forth in her lungs as if it were something Arnold Friend was stabbing her with again and again with no tenderness. A noisy sorrowful wailing rose all about her and she was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house” (Oates
When she and her Ma got home, it was almost dark outside. Frances saw something suspicious, her brother(Mike), shouldn’t be out at this time. Once they got inside, Frances and her mother tucked in all the children and went to bed themselves. Frances was still wondering about Mike, “What was he doing?” She fell asleep falling wiry of her younger brother. When she up, they had breakfast, and headed to their jobs. Frances was still wondering what Mike had done. “Was he stealing? No, their Da(father) had taught them better than that before he fell ill and died. She had never seen her mother cry until then.
The sound of her son’s voice brought her to tears. She did not know how to respond to losing her child. She falls to the floor. She could barely move. Her exhaustion has taken over. Her body was drain of every bit of strength she could muster. She strains her neck looking up to Colet. He tries to help her up, but she did not want his assistance.
It was a crisp October morning, and Jocelyn had just arrived at the Anderson’s home to find Adrienne screaming for help. Racing over, Jocelyn began to dig through her bag and grab her cell phone. She called 9-1-1, and the ambulance came shortly after. Joseph was gasping for air and his eyes were rolled back into his head. Jocelyn had no idea what to do to keep him alive, and all over her face was utter panic. It was like she couldn’t remember
When Amelia asks her mother for permission to study abroad in Paris, her suggestion shot down. Amelia flashes a pouty face similar to one of child not getting candy at a store☺, as Kate attempts to keep a stolid expression, “Yes, Amelia, I can listen, for a minute,” Kate had said, trying not to lose her patience. From the sour look on her daughter’s face, the Thanksgiving trip to Bermuda Kate’d suggest had been akin to offering up a weekend of dental work (McCreight, 10). When Kate gets her first intimation that Amelia may not have jumped from the school roof, she tries to argue the possibility of a murder to her friend Seth, although his doubting frown concluded that he didn’t believe it, “Kate could tell Seth still thought that Amelia’s death had been suicide… Seth shook his head and frowned. His usually snappy demeanor was muted now, almost completely” (McCreight, 176). The most dramatic moment was when Sylvia finally admitted that she had accidentally pushed Amelia off the roof. Sylvia was beside herself with tears, tears that started like a snowball☺ getting bigger with every gasp of air, “There were tears streaming down Sylvia’s face now. She tried to speak but only sucked in air. Then she dropped herself down onto a kitchen chair and put her head in her hands as she sobbed” (McCreight, 360-361). These displays of emotion came with a vivid image while I was
All the visions she just saw flashed once again before her eyes and she thought about all her loved ones. How their lives would be. She looked up broken hearted, knowing there was only one answer to choose. She knew it all along, deep down.
“Oh,” Her grandmother sighs as they stand. “Don’t be so disappointed, my little black widow. He was a miserable drunk at best.” She patted her daughter on the shoulder. Her mother wiped her eyes, smearing more makeup across her cheek, looking frail, her brown eyes defeated as she gazes up the dejected state of her late husband.
“Why did this have to happen to me?” Katrina asked in despair. Almost all hope had been lost for her. It had been two years since she was turned. “Ugh,” Katrina shuddered. She didn’t even like to think about it, it had ruined everything in her life. The praise she received, the glamor she felt, just everything! She hated that witch, and had been happy when she d...
She lay there sobbing, until she finally gathered up the courage to go and talk to her. “Cathy” she called. There were many people in the room testing her blood samples, asking her questions but all she could wonder was why. She went over to Cathay. “Meghan, she cried, I just found out, I guess there's nothing for me to do now she laughed. Meghna held ear and hands tightly. “Thank you so much for being with me all these years, Meghan, I know this might be our last goodbye, but I always want you to know that I will always be there for you in your heart, never forget that, she got up and hugged her. “Man, it's time for you to leave, please say goodbye” called a nurse. “Cathy, I am so so sorry, I love you so much, don’t leave me please, please… she cried. “Mum, please leave’ said the nurse. Meghan walked out the door, watching as her friend burst into tears as soon as the door closed behind, she realised the horrible truth. She was the one who bought that disease back from the past, she was the one who had killed her friend, she was the one responsible for all this sorrow.
Tears were nothing new to the girl, and she ignored them, tossing back the last of the aspirin left in the bathroom. Black swam across her vision as the multitude of pills began to take effect. A wave of anger and fear crashed over her, and before she could second guess it, the glass bottle was shattering against the wall. Fragments rained to the floor, mixing with yellow plastic and discarded notes. Slender fingers stretched out, grasping the floor for the perfect piece to satisfy her final craving for scarlet. The silence around her smothered the last lingering hopes that someone, anyone, would care enough to just come home, and with a final agonizing cry, she dragged the shard of glass down her forearm.
It’d been a year since he’d seen the woman. The last time he saw his mother, he had to drive her all the way back to Arizona because her slime ball of a husband had got angry and left her in a hotel room with nothing but her suitcases and her dying dog. She had begged me to come with them, thinking back, maybe I could have been the one that convinced her to leave him, but a woman like her will only find an abusive man to hold her- and that’s the part that tore my father apart the most.
Looking around the dense forest I see no injured man, the forest seems devoid of life with its silence, not even the birds are singing. The quiet brings an unsettling feeling in my gut. “Katherine?” I turn around to see her looking at me with pity in her eyes, “I’m sorry, but this is has to be done.” I turn around to run, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, when my soft green eyes meet deep hazel eyes before a sharp pain rips through my head and the world goes black.