Streaming like rivers down my face were tears that day, my heart torn to shreds in a matter of only minutes. Starting with a decision, impossible for some, and yet I had already decided on my answer beforehand. No, I wouldn't trade places, I wouldn't let you save me at such vast of a cost. In the end, it didn't matter, what I said didn't make a difference, the same thing happened. Murdered in cold blood right in front of me, electricity jolted through his body, without a hint of hesitation from the executioner and Liam was gone. Trapped in a daze, I was numb from the pain. The conception of the present blurred, and gradually everything began to become dark, morphing into the abyss. Everything became hazy subsequent to the murder. As I was informed later, the police became involved and saved me and the others from the same fate as Liam. Kidnappers, they took us from our homes in order to conduct their twisted experiments, or torture as it appeared to the rest of the world. …show more content…
The sirens were the only other memory that stuck with me in the following years from the blur, besides every second of the execution, blaring, they were the only thing that signaled safety and freedom for me and the others. When I had woken up three days later there was a scar, spiraling around my arm, making its way towards my hand. I searched my mind for recollection of such torment, yet found nothing. Although I didn't have a doubt that the scar was created after Liam, while everything was
Throughout the novel, Still Missing written by Chevy Stevens, the protagonist, is taken on a frightening journey of being drugged, kidnapped, sexually abused, and eventually left to fend for herself. Because of the author's unique writing style and use of first person, a sense of understanding is created for the reader's feelings and reactions. At the beginning of the novel, Annie O’Sullivan was extremely oblivious to her surrounding and would never imagine something like this ever happening. As the chapters continued, and she began to reveal what happened to her the first few days, she was unsure of what to do other than to be in complete shock, unable to react and grasp the entire situation. As the reader, I was intrigued by the ‘journey’
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
...story, this made me think that finally the serial killer is caught but that turned out to be nothing, still having the suspense of when the real serial killer will come in hand. But against my every envisagement, the serial killer came by himself to Duncan to get his lost diary back in the lost and found department. This made the chills run through me as he came at the time I didn't expected. This brought the sudden climax in the story making me even more anxious that even though Duncan has found the serial killer, how will he ever stop this killing machine. And finally at the end when the serial killer was chasing Duncan down on the subway tracks, they both get hit by the train creating more anxiety in my mind that how will Duncan ever survive this kind of blow. But in the ending he survives and the serial killer dies, thus creating a happy mental picture in the end.
The return to reality was as painful as the return to consciousness after taking and anaesthetic. His body and brain ached with indescribable weariness, and he could not think of nothing to say or do that would arrest the mad flight of the moments He desperately wanted to run away with Mattie, but he could not leave because his practical sense told him it was not suitable to do so partly because of his responsibility to take care of Zeena.
Consequently, Andy’s soul withered further into hopelessness as each and every person who came to his rescue, turned their backs on him. Through a final desperate ambition, Andy broke free of the bonds that were pinning him down: “If it had not been for the jacket, he wouldn’t have been stabbed. The knife had not been plunged in hatred of Andy. The knife only hated the purple jacket. The jacket was a stupid, meaningless thing that was robbing him of his life. He lay struggling with the shiny wet jacket. Pain ripped fire across his body whenever he moved. But he squirmed and fought and twisted until one arm was free and the other. He rolled away from the jacket and layed quite still, breathing heavily, listening to the sound of his breathing and the sounds of rain and thinking: Rain is sweet, I’m Andy”. In these moments, Andy finally overcame his situation, only in a way not expected by most. Such depicted scenes are prime examples of human nature at it’s worst, as well as the horrors that lay within us. However, these events, although previously incomprehensible by his limited subconscious, led to a gradual enlightenment of the mind and heart. Furthermore, the experiences taught him
I woke up at John Morris’ house, on his coach. As I knocked a flyaway hair out of my face I noticed my face was wet, with tears, and then it all hit me at once that my Dad and Mrs. Borden were dead. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I heard John Morris ask if I was alright, but that seemed like a completely different world, I responded with a meek okay, so Mr. Morris wouldn’t see me like this. That didn’t work though, I saw his tall shadowy figure ducking under the door frame with tea. As Mr. Morris sat down and put the tea on the coffee table in front of us, I turned my head and quickly wiped the tears from my eyes in hopes he wouldn’t see.
Ethan's death allows his parents to re-evaluate their lives. Macon realizes that he has no coped with the death of his son and he has turned to isolation for ...
People not only know the identity of someone by knowing their scars, but each scar tells a story of what a person has gone through. Sethe's back and the scars caused by her beating are important in the story in terms of telling a story of what she's been through, providing a way in which she and some of the other characters may connect. For example, Paul D learns more about Sethe and is able to connect with her through her scars. When Sethe first attempts to explain to Paul D what had happened to her on pages 16-7, he has trouble understanding the true...
...y murdered, he took it upon himself to avenge her death; he also turned violent with his actions, using her death as his motive. At the end of the novel, Patrick began talking to Harris, someone he felt originally could take the blame for Alice’s death. Once the conversation progresses, Patrick soon realizes the one man could not be to blame, he sees that the rich man does care and should not be punished for a mistake that was not his fault. In the final scenes of the novel, Patrick has the Water Works building wired with explosives, yet he does not detonate them, once he has talked with Harris, Patrick finds peace and falls asleep with the detonator in his hand. The protagonist went through a massive personality change throughout the story, at the end, showing his forgiveness and compassion for an individual, not his anger towards a larger classification of people.
,” I couldn’t lie, “leaving.” Curley picked me up and slammed me against the tree. “Don't think I’m gonna hold back just because your friend died!” Curley said. “I could tell he was furious, like if he wanted he would kill me in a second.
The next morning, Maggie filed a police report about seeing the young boy in their house the previous night prior to her husband’s death. The police went to the Wilson’s house to investigate, but the boy was gone and there was no sign of any unusual activity. The three of them went back to their home where they mourned the loss of their dad and husband. The next night went smooth, they all stayed in the guest bedroom, avoiding the room where they had seen the young boy, and the room where Joe died. Two days later, at Joe’s funeral, Reagan spotted a young boy that looked like the boy she saw floating into her room that dreadful night. Reagan rushed over to her mom and Chandler to tell them what she saw. The night of the funeral, thunderstorms moved in and a big gust of wind blew a tree limb down onto the power lines adjacent to their house. This caused a power outage in the middle of the night followed by a loud lightning strike, which woke Maggie up. Suddenly an image appeared to be floating toward her. The shadow immediately made her think of the young boy they saw the other day. Before Maggie could call the police, the young boy strangled her to death. Her screams woke Reagan and Chandler up. They hid under the covers crying and hoping the young demon boy would go away. However,
Knowing how his brother supposedly perished would have dramatically impacted Tommy, adding complexity and depth to his trauma experience. Captivity is another aspect of Tommy’s trauma which may have occurred during his time in prison. For Sam, after evacuating the crashing helicopter, he is sold to a group of what appears to be Afghanistan militants and becomes a prisoner of war. Being held in captivity and the events which occur to Sam after being sold, introduce a palpably complex layer to the trauma which continues to break down his resiliency, training, and
Everyone has scars, they can remind us of the past and they can remind us that wounds heal. We can pick to let the scars renew the pain they cause when they were made of we can use them to look back and see how well we’ve improved. They may always be there but they don’t have to affect us.
For dystopian protagonists, a common thread of their story is the sensation of being trapped. John is trapped in his society and in his addiction to an illegal narcotic. He feels increasingly trapped after the precogs predicted him
This day was off to a very bad start. Hal had woken up to get ready to leave for school and he heard footsteps. His father was usually asleep at this hour, so it couldn’t be him. Part of him wished it was his mother, back from the hospital. This childlike part of Hal believed she was still alive. That it was just a matter of time before she got better. Although wishes like that could never come true, and sadly it was his father approaching his door. Hal hoped for his father to be sober, to not continue the events of the night before. Most of Hal’s hopes and wishes never came true. The old man was still drunk, it was unlikely for him to ever not be. He yelled in Hal’s face. It was all a silent blur to Hal now. All the screams, the saliva, the strong hands moving towards his face. It was the quietest uproar known to man. Hal was numb. Numb from previous nights and days of countless commotion. His father finally walked away for a drink and Hal slipped away. He walked down the road that lead toward Lawton High as if it was his bedroom and he was ready for sleep. In a way it