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I run as fast as i could, I need to get out of here, its too soon to die, I need to live, not for me, but for those who want me in their life, Who depend on me. There is just dark, I can't see anything, I have bruises all over my body, The pain is bearable then the pain in my heart, I want to live my life normally, I don't know why i am kidnapped, I don't even know who kidnap me, I don't wanna know, I just wanna get the hell out of here, I am fed up from this Darkness, All around me is just black, There is no light, not a single ray. I am loosing hopes, I tried to find a way to escape but, this room has no windows, and the door is locked. I know, my family would be worried about me, I don't want them to do something stupid which can drag …show more content…
How could this be possible, I mean if he left that mean he doesn't love us, I don't even know who my father is, but my mother saw me picture of my dad with my mum, They look happy couple but then i think something went know, and i think that was me. My Best Friends Violet was always there for me, She is beautiful, cheeky, cute no word to describe her love for me. We are best friends, but we treat each other like sisters. I miss her …show more content…
I miss her alot, She was the light in my life, she was my baby sister, She was perfect, she was kind, gentle, sweet and caring, she care so much about me, she told me every little secret, every little thing she like or dislike, she was very Naughty, I loved her laugh, it make me smile to think that she was the most beautiful creature made by God. She was little bit of Sassy and it suit her. GOD I MISS HER SO DAMN MUCH, I Wish I could replace her from me, I could take her position in the accident, I wish i would die instead of her. It hurt my heart to think that she bear alot of pain, she was a fighter, My Fighter, who fight for her life but lost the little strength. I know she is in better place now, but i miss her more than anything, I miss everything about her. All the memory float to my mind, i wipe my dry tear away, sitting on the corner of the room, I was thirsty as ever, I feel so weak, i can't even stand on my own now. I am trying my best to keep my eyes open but its too difficult to keep them open, I barely slept, I think its almost 2 days that i am staying in this hell. No one came for me. I knocked at the door but no one came. It was a metal
I am engulfed in darkness; the cage around me is extremely small, and I’m forced to
You feel your heart pounding as if it was trying to hammer its way out. This is the last time you are ever going to see her again. Soon after, you feel a tickle upon your cold, dry cheeks. You try to hold it back, but to no avail. Your sobs echo through the empty warehouse and before you know it, you are crying, as if the entire world and all of its beauty has come to an
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Can a person get so subconsciously desperate that he/she, unknowingly, creates an imaginary figure to rescue them? While that may seem like an insane notion to ponder, it is all too real for Connie, a fifteen year old girl in “Where are you going, Where have you been?” by Joyce Oates. There are three separate writers whose interpretations of Oates’ story prove that the answer to that question, in Connie’s case is yes. Arnold Friend is a figment of Connie’s imagination created by her desperate need for a reality check.
His screams are getting louder, I screamed with fear and desperately hoping that someone would save me. I screamed one more time hoping someone will come and help me.
She was always there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, she made my day better when everything went wrong and she was closer to me than my own sister. I know that she is gone now but she will
Her immobilization started rapidly declining, deteriorating her health, we checked her into the hospital where she got continuous round the clock care. As family came to say their final goodbyes before death came to take her, she held on for as long as possible till everyone left and it was just immediate family. Doctor whispered, “Kikki, you don’t look to good. Why don’t you go home to rest.” Later received a call already knowing that the cancer defeated her and my life would never feel and be the same, at almost 3am she passed. I entered the room and could not bear the fact that my greatest role model is no longer with me, sitting for hours crying sent home again.
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
It was a very sudden and shocking death. Her family was our family’s best friends and Arabella was my sister’s best friend. Since then, we have been trying to cope with the loss but once you lose a best friend, there’s a part of you that’s missing as well. Unlike Arabella, Morrie was able to learn how to die and realize and accept that death was on its way.
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
I loved her you know. I loved her, before, before she changed. Before everything went wrong. Before she killed herself. I’m pretty sure it was my fault too. If only I had been brave enough, like she was, but I guess that’s why people humiliated her. I guess that’s why she died; because I was a coward. I wish I hadn’t of been, she wouldn’t be in a grave if I had just had the courage. I loved her too. She didn’t know it, but I tried to hint at it. I guess she thought I was leading her on or something. I tried to tell her but every time I did attempt to, she would look up at me with those big brown eyes and I would melt and nothing would come out.
I miss her and I’ll miss her always. My aunt, Catherine passed away on Christmas 1997, and it was the biggest chock for my whole family and me. I was living in Syria at that time and my parents flew to Switzerland for the funeral.
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As I arrived at her apartment she didn’t answer the door, I just went in. I walked down the hall way into her bedroom where she had pills and a beer and a list wrote out to make sure this would be her last recipe, a recipe of death. All I could do was yell, “What the hell are you thinking, he is not worth your life!” I started grabbing the pills, putting them back in a container and taking the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get water. I begged with her to drink the water and remind...
I was stranded on the road and could be killed at any moment flat as a flapjack and then a strange shiny thing pulled up next to me it towered over me and tall man got out of it and put me in a box I woke up found out that I was trapped. I could find no way out I tried everything but could not get out of this huge white thing it was like a bowl that when I tried to climb out I would slide back to the bottom I found a hole that I tried escape but I could not get inside of it and it was damp dark and cold in the hole. After days of trying to escape I failed, but the day after I was placed in a pen I was thinking that I was free I ran into a wall then I turned right