Looking into my own mind was something that I have been doing often since the day my mind came crashing in. Locking myself away in my room. Laying on my bed day and night I had few friends. I had a dog. Everything with me seemed OK in the minds of people but, they just don't understand the horrors closed doors tend to hold. My dog Cassidy jumped onto the bed, bringing me back to my reality. The massive dog landing right on my stomach,"God damn it dog!," I threw her off tensing up every muscle in my body as she whimpered. Poor thing doesn't even know what she's done wrong I think petting her golden fur. My mother knocked on the door as I pulled down my sleeves, "Lacey you need to take that poor dog on a walk." I groaned throwing the blanket …show more content…
Cassidy stopped and sat down, I followed her actions. She licked my face and hands. Petting her long fur I started to relax she stood and took a step. I followed and kept walking. I looked up to see not a cloud in the sky as we kept making our way towards the park. It was a bright Autumn day and oddly warm for Idaho. I took another step bringing my gaze back down. I stopped dead in my tracks my hand gripping my stomach. I took a few steps back. My breathing quickened and my vision started to go black and I fell onto the grass beside me. Cassidy started to lick my face and get her head under my hand. I felt her warm fur and calm nature. She laid down beside me pressing her body into mine. My arms left they were on fire as the adrenaline slowed. My vision started to fix and my heart started to slow it's beat. Shaking horribly I looked to see him. Staring, a sinister smile spread on his face. Cassidy I realized was growling. Crouched and looked like she was ready to pounce. I took what steps I could towards home. Cassidy semi pulling me along to keep me walking. What the hell is he doing back here? Why did he come back? How did he? My mind raced and I found myself in my own front yard with no recollection of how I got there. My legs finally gave out, and I screamed. I blacked out. When I woke up I found myself on the living room couch. "What happened," I say looking at Cassidy who is laying on me like …show more content…
Brody was cradling me and my throat burned. I was breathing heavily, and my vision blurry. I felt Cassidy licking my face as I realized I had been screaming and crying. His touch on my back moved into my hair and back down. I looked up at him expecting to see the face of my attacker I found the soft gentle face of my boyfriend. I felt his lips hit my forehead as he hugged me tighter, "There you go baby." I wiped the tears from my face, and found myself surrounded by my family. I could see the worry. My little brother's faces full of confusion and worry. I hid my face in his shoulder as I slowly brought myself to a point I could speak. Seeing a picture of my father I wished he was home to stop this. I felt my mothers hand rest on my shoulder, "Lacey what happened sweetheart?" My eyes must have said it all, she looked at Brody to confirm her worst fears. She looked at me again, I held onto him even tighter as I recounted what had happened while I was walking Cassidy. My mother sent the little twin boys to their room while she finally got me out of Brody's lap. My stomach was growling as I talked. I didn't want to eat, the thought of food made me sick. Funny thing with Anxiety is it's a survival method you develop. It causes you to throw up everything you've ever eaten, it causes you shake and black out. What no one seems to understand is just how scary they are. You aren't in control of your own body, actions or thoughts. You can only let it
The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
You’re not in control of your own actions. The developer of psychoanalytical criticism, Sigmund Freud, claimed that all peoples’ actions could are influenced by the psychological systems of the Id, the Superego, and the Ego. Sigmund Freud explains that the Id is a part of the sub conscious that controls the desires. Feelings such as thirst, hunger, anger and boredom are controlled by the Id. The id is part of our primitive desires; the Id acts only to create self-pleasure without accounts of outside factors. The superego is the part that controls how we apply our morals, and distinguishes what’s right from wrong. We are all born with an Id but our super ego is developed by our teachings from parents as to what is good vs. bad. The Ego is
She reaches for a glass and drops it on the ground. She curses under her tongue and carefully walks around the glass on the floor to get a broom. She goes into the closest in the hall and grabs the broom. The broom gets caught on a box and it falls to the ground, a yellow envelope comes out of the box. Cassidy leans the broom up against the wall and opens the envelope to find multiple pictures. She walks into the kitchen as she goes through them. She lands on a picture of the man who kills her parents and a young boy. She turns it around and it reads ‘Richard and Alexander Sites’. Cassidy steps on the glass on the floor and
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
People don't think much of an ally cat named Blaze. I'm a superstar at heart, I love to perform, come up with ideas, and I want to make my mark on the world. But I'm just an ally cat. The other cats look at me, and see nothing but some shadow in the distance. But hey, I like not being the center of attention. Around you, people let their guards down. And that, my friends, is when an ally cat gets his food. A few times, I was able to sneak around an alpha cat and snatch some leftover white, fluffy balls that was thrown away by the two-legged. They were the white fluffy balls that were usually roasted over the fire when a bunch of two-legged come out and gather around a big red ball of flame. A grabbed a few, and decided to make a campfire of
Who stole the paw? The Whites are all asleep besides Herbert. There was still knocking at their door but Mr. White was too afraid to go and see who was there because it could be Herbert and he was afraid to see what he would look like after being in the grave so long before wishing him back to life. Mrs. White says to Mr. White after the knocking calms down, “We still have a third wish… let’s use it to wish him back to his grave.”
‘H-h-how did I die?' the girl asked as a cold tremor wracked her body. Shivers coursed through her but they became less frequent as she warmed under her blankets. How did her hair get to be so wet and why did she hurt so much? Where was she?
My brother replied, “Okay i'm going to practice, I will be back in a little.” I watched him get in his car and drive away. I got up and started to walk around the block to look for my dog. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I got done walking around the block and starting walking to my garage. I got in my house and when I was walking up the stairs my phone started to ring. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and picked up the phone.
For the next 3 weeks all I can think about its what went on that and what will be the next thing we do when I am let off the hook. As I start to plan the return to “ The Mansion” I start to hear weird noises coming from the woods outside of the house. As I peek out of the window of my small upstairs room, I see 4 people in black outfits slowly walking up to the garage door of my house. As I go to get my parents I realize that they had left to go to the grocery store about an hour ago. I then proceed to call my friends and tell them all to meet at my house asap so we can head back to “The Mansion” sometime tonight as we have all been curious for the last 3 weeks. As they begin to arrive, I begin to think that the people I saw walking through the woods may have been my neighbor Dave and his 3 kids heading back home from the river they were fishing at earlier that
Some people may say a dog is just a dog, but for me they are extremely desirable. Dogs are a person’s best friend. They make me cry, laugh, and I wish never adopted one because they do smell. Although, dogs smell, it should not be a justification to not obtain one. I mean what does not smell? I never realized how taking care of a dog could change my life; until I saw how they sleep throughout the day, they are always there to comfort me, and how they provide a responsible way of living.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
Once you adopt a just born puppy, it's your duty to train the puppy to walk on a leash. This training skill is significant for both of you. After the training of puppy to walk on a leash, they can be left alone as they are safe and manageable. The walk on a leash becomes your routine schedule and both of you would experience a new world. In my experience, it's easy to train a puppy than re-training an older dog.
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
As I walked I let my eyes close and my feet feel the groove in the gravel. My mind, still asleep, dreamt of breathing. The lining of my father's old coat escaped inside the pockets and caught my fingers, which were numb from the cold. I would have worn gloves but the sun would be unbearable later in the day. The clouds would rise over the mountains and disappear and the birds would slowly become silent as the heat settled in. But for now it was just cold. I tried to warm my neck by breathing down the collar. It smelled like diesel and sweat.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.