Safe Zone
Adonis:
Alone, afraid, timorous, glassy-eyed, sums up how things are now. Things weren’t always this way but I guess this is all my sister and I know. Avigail only has me. I have to be her rock. Our parents are gone. We’re lost without a place to look forward to. Last month our parents were headed to the mall for Christmas shopping. I was going to stay home with Avigail because I wasn’t ever much of a fan for the mall. Going to the mall just sounds like a normal trip, yea? That’s what we thought. too. The mall is about a 30 min trek from our house if there isn’t any traffic. It was a busy weekend in San Bernardino, California so we expected our parents to be gone longer than normal. I had an inkling as to where something bad would happen. Now guess what, our parents are dead. Well, it’s now over a month later and we’re still without parents. No big deal
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I had no idea what was going on and I don’t think he knew either. I could feel myself loosing balance but I fought to stay up right as I covered my ears screaming because I couldn’t stand the pain of never-ending noise pulsing through my head!
Adonis: The moment that the torment ended and I had time to configure my senses I ran to my still screaming sister. I moved her to the couch and gave her a pillow that she clenched onto as if it was her own child. I then VERY SLOWLY crept over to the door. I had no idea what had just happened or where it even came from. I reach the door and crack it open the slightest. It’s pitch black out. Not a single noise hits my ears. The fact that there’s a black out in San Bernardino, CA and not a single person is trying to take advantage of it scares me. What in the world is going on? After I locked the door and calmed down Avigail I took her to my room. We just sat there in dark silence. Waiting for something to happen. Anything at all to make a sound, yet nothing did. I lost track of time because it was so dark and
Adnan Syed was convicted of the 1999 murder of his ex-girlfriend Hae Min Lee and has been in prison ever since. In the serial podcast there was a huge amount of interest in his case, when a Baltimore judge allowed the case to reopen post-conviction proceedings and new evidence. According to serial Adnan and Hae were still good friends after they broke up. There was no logical reason of why Adnan would kill Hae.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
My cousin Josh reminds me of rainy skies filled with sagging clouds when sunshine bursts through and illuminates the world. I used to worry and get stressed about little occur. Our family’s tradition is, as juniors, we travel to Florida to stay with our grandparents. Unexpectedly, Josh had foot surgery, and our plans disintegrated. No playing on the beach, no swimming, no jet skiing, none of the activities we had dreamt about for years. As we waited in the airport, I felt terrible for him. The trip was a disaster, and instead of complaining about standing in the security line forever, Josh stood unbothered masking his pain. Arriving in Sarasota starving, I couldn’t wait to eat fresh fish, but we arrived so late nothing was open but Subway.
We had just gotten home from the Black Hills a few days before the storm. My dad got called out that night and it was just my sister, mom, and me at home. We were watching TV that night before we went to sleep. We turned on the news to see what they were saying about the watches and the warnings. As we kept watching for a while, we started to hear them say that it was not going to get any worse and so they canceled all of the watches and warnings. So, since they were canceled, my mom said that we could go to bed now. So, my sister and I went to bed and we had just gotten settled in. She just got off the phone with my dad who told her to watch the weather because the clouds looked very weird from George. My mom was still watching outside because it had gotten a lot darker, almost black. The wind had started to pick up and become stronger so she started walking back to our rooms. Then she noticed that the wind was becoming very strong. She told us to grab some of our blankets and we could just go sit downstairs until our dad came home. Once we got our blankets, we heard the wind get faster and faster and louder and louder. When my mom opened the basement door, our ears popped, and my sister’s window exploded. We do not remember ever touching the stairs at all. This was just the beginning of how our long night would begin. Let me now tell you about what happen during the
I quickly dried off with the pink mermaid towel. Our friends came outside and sat down on the poolside chairs without making eye contact or making a single sound. I went inside to find my father sitting down on the big comfy lazy boy chair in our living room just off the kitchen. He asked me to sit on his lap, and he put his arms around my side. We sat there in silence for a few seconds. My stomach churned, something was really wrong. In a quiet calm voice my dad explained to me where my mother was and why she wasn’t with us. I couldn’t hold it together; tears came pouring down my face, I wanted to scream. I wanted to see my mother so bad; her gentle hugs were so comforting. All I could think about was how I would no longer be able to ride my blue sparkly bike with My Little Pony stickers on it down the street to my grandparents house to hear my grandpa's’ stories, eat all the orange popsicles in the freezer, and call him up to see if he had the ingredient my mom forgot to get for baking. My dad asked me not to tell my sister yet, that she was too young to understand what was going on right
We sat there for hours, unaware of what comes next. Time held its breath, as all was slowed. I looked over at Jordan in the hope she would say something but to no avail.
It was 7:00 AM when we got to Memphis, Tennessee and decided to rest. I was the one driving so I woke everyone up and we went inside the hotel and Zayden have everyone the keys to their room. I shared a room with Janelle again. I went to the room and went straight to sleep since when Zayden woke up we were leaving again and Zayden can only sleep for three hours and will wake up and be ready to go. Before I fell asleep I heard Zayden talking in the next room since the walls are thin.
It all started the day I woke up to my parents arguing. It was a warm morning, but you couldn't see the sky thanks to the thick and ashy dust clouds. I walked downstairs and my parents turned and looked at my. My mother greeted me with a warm smile and sighed “sweetheart we have to tell you something,” she said “we have to move.” This surprised me a bit. I love the house. I love this land I've grown up. “Why are we moving?” I asked surprised. She turned to look at my father who looked back at me. “The dust is to heavy out here, if we don't leave now we're going to go broke” my father said with a sad tone in his voice. I'm so surprised they are really making us leave. I can't believe it! I ran upstairs and started to pack my stuff with tears
Melanie Smith, whom was seventeen, was an ordinary girl like no other. She went to school, had a sweet sixteen, had friends, had a puppy, even had good grades, but there was a catch. She ended up coming home from school one day, with her mom and her older sister standing in the living room looking upset. “Your grandmother,” her mother, Maria starts. “Is at the hospital.” “Why?” Melanie asks. “She has,” her mother begins, not wanting to finish what she was about to say. “She has cancer,” her sister, Mandie replies. “She does?” Melanie asks, her eyes starting to water. They nod. She swarms them both in to a hug. “I’m sorry, mom,” Melanie says, letting go of them both slowly walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
Tears spill off my cheek onto the worn picture of my sister, Zoe. How I wish I could go back, back to when I was that carefree child. What happened to those days when Zoe and I would laugh together? I look longingly into my sister’s eyes, wishing I could see her sweet smile again. Who could have ever imagined that this would happen to my family, that we would walk into those dark valleys where we must learn to heal our brokenness and pain? I still remember…
She is screaming.. Screaming loud and more clear than ever. Every second, her scream is getting louder and louder. It’s increasing in such a high pitch that one’s ears would start bleeding if they were near her. I tried to help her. I wanted to run to her but, my feet refused to move. I tried to scream from the top of my lung, but my voice won’t allow it. The wind was getting more stronger than ever, sweeping away almost everything that was near it. Her scream is still increasing in pitch as if it was coming closer and Closer and with a extreme swish of wind passing by, suddenly all the sound stopped. Everything went out like the lull before a storm, leaving me in a pitch dark terror where depressing silence was choking me to death…
all go away, but I knew it could not. His whole body was shaking. I
The lights were on. The phone was unplugged. The radio was unplugged. The radiator was unplugged. So was the T.V. Only the lights were plugged in. I whispered with my friends until about 4:00 in the morning, considerably calmer. The phone rang. Stupidly, I picked up. “Hello?” I called. “I’m coming for you.” The events began to unravel again, similar but worse than the time before when only I could know what was happening. The girl wanted all of us now. The lights turned off, the air grew chill, the phones rang, classical music switched on, the radiator made noise, and the little girl was coming out from behind the curtain. Slowly she emerged. My friends’ eyes were wide. “You were right!” one shouted. One threw up. Her knife was glittering in the moonlight. She raised it and I felt the suspense dragging me down. I felt the icy cold blade hit my stomach and felt a warm sensation. Blackness. That’s all I saw. Pure plain