America 's Most Wanted - Original Writing

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

On Wednesday, November 26, 2014, I was coming out of a very hectic day at work, when I received the news that had me breaking down in tears. “Odette your mother is in the emergency room.” I could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth in that instinct. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind. “Why, my mom?” I kept on asking myself, but I knew that I could not show my depression to my two younger siblings. The reason for that was that I did not want to scare them nor make them feel the horrible feeling that I was feeling inside. Even though I appeared to look fine in the outside, my precious soul was dying in sorrows in the inside. The scariest thought of knowing your mother is in danger and that you cannot do anything to save her is very traumatizing. I honestly felt like my hands were tied behind my back while I saw her drowning in pain.

My aunt grabbed my mother’s hands preventing her from getting to the steering wheel. When we made it to the entrance she tried to choke my dad from behind, I saw my father’s face turn red. We begged her to release to him, my mother eventually let go, with us pulling her back. My father was scared to death , he got off the car quickly so my mother wouldn’t be able to choke him. We protested her to get out of the car she started pulling my aunts hair, my aunts face turned even more red than my father. All hear is my crying and everyone else’s, while my brother ran inside the hospital telling them to help us outside with my mother. As my mother got out of the car, she took off her shoe and started hitting my dad, a innocent person who never gave up on her. I quickly grabbed her from behind so she could stop hitting my dad, I don’t know where my strength came from. A few moments nurse came outside saw what was happening, my mother hitting my father with a shoe and yelling. Then you see her talking in the walkie-talkie, as she talked in the walkie-talkie she said the dreadful words I despised the most “code gray”. Soon later you see all these security guards coming outside with a wheelchair, they tried to

I woke up hoping to see my mom in the kitchen. Instead, in the kitchen I saw my dad and brother at the table. I was so worried that something bad had happened. So, I asked, “ Where is mom?” My dad said, “ She is at the hospital”. Now I was extremely shocked, it felt as if I was just shot in the stomach. All of my thoughts are rolling around in my head,, “ What could she have done, why, how?”

Gabrielle was only in my womb for six months and her internal organs had not fully formed yet. They had her on every machine known to man, including life support. Labonheur's nurses and doctors was wonderful. Gabrielle was on the critically stable floor, meaning that either me or her dad or both had to constantly be there because she could take a turn for the worst at any given moment. From July 21 through August 5 I was with her day and night. I would only leave long enough to go take a shower. On August 6, 2012, Gabrielle's dad decided to stay with her while I went back to work. I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up, but I could not put my finger on the issue. At 11:30 that morning, my fiance, called me crying and told me to get there ASAP. I burned the interstate up trying to get to Lebonheur to my daughter. Once I arrived, three doctors stopped me in the hallway and I could see a white partition around the door of my daughters hospital room. I immediately pushed past the doctors who were trying to talk to me and rushed into the room to see a very upset and distraught daddy holding and rocking his little infant baby girl who was now deceased. We cried and held her for hours until he told me that we had to let her go. My fiance and myself put our daughter in the black

As she walks into the room, all I could see is her eyes overflowing with tears. I turn over to find my sister also tearing up. We all come together for a hug. I try not to cry as it was embarrassing for me. It would have shown that I wasn’t prepared. But to be honest nobody was prepared. I mean why would they. It was a hospital. As everything starts to settle down, I glance around the room to see most of the people are women. Not just regular women. Pregnant women. They had babies inside of them. One was inside of my mom. Why would a place safe for pregnant women actually turn out to be life threatening?

It was the day of Allie’s funeral and I wasn’t going. I mean I would’ve, it’s not like I wasn’t invited and all, but I was just in the hospital. I had broken my hand when I smashed all those stupid windows in the garage. But none of that matters anyway, Allie was dead and he was never coming back. Mom had come in to my room this morning all dressed in black and she just held on to me and started crying. She said, “It’ll get better before you know it Holden”. I just smiled and let her hold me, but I knew she was lying. I hated her a little for saying that. She and I both knew it would take a long time before anything got better. After letting go of me and wiping her face with a tissue

On a summer afternoon in July 2009, my husband and I were attending a graduation party for my brother Sebastien who successfully finished High School. During the egg race, Rod received a phone call from his parents that his sister and her three children were in a car accident. At first, we were told they were fine and that they were being taken to Denver Health to be evaluated and that we would get a call later regarding what had happened. That, however, didn’t sit well with me, knowing that Denver Health is a trauma facility and that they were in an accident, I told Rod we needed to go and he agreed. Walking into the hospital was almost like something out of a television show or movie, each girl was in her own room, each with different injuries and with a million

That end of the week we flew out and traveled east to Chicago, a new place which I never knew about. I had the butterflies in my stomach and didn't realize what's in store once we achieved our goal. When we at long last touched base at the packed air terminal in Chicago, we were grasped with warm invites by my relatives whom I considered as outsiders. It was my first time really observing

While I was driving I kept asking myself more and more questions, but I honestly didn’t know why. It wasn’t like I could answer these questions. I am a worrier that is what I do, I am a protector that is who I have always been, I am the strong one I was never given the option to not be, I am the realistic one I was the only one, and I was the mother I had to be. “Who was going to tell my sisters?” They needed to have someone to lean on because our mother has never been that. So, of course I do it. I call Courtney and tell her, because I know she will find more comfort in speaking to our aunt. “What about Ashley?”

“Anthony!” My mother beckoned for me to come downstairs “what?” i replied “i have some bad news.” she said back. Intrigued by this i quickly stood up and rushed to the first floor of our house. When i got to the bottom of the stairs i looked at her and asked “what was wrong? Was someone hurt?” my mind raced with questions and i tried to start rifling them off when i was interrupted by her saying “Your father is in the ICU.” my heart sank at those words, as if i was hit by a car. I had known something was wrong with my father for a long time now. Even with how young i was at the time i still had a firm grip on death and how closely it is associated with the ICU. my thoughts were then interrupted by her continuing to speak “he went to go

One second I'm putting on my shoes!” I said loud and clear so my parents wouldn't leave me. I run out of my bedroom and see my mom at the door. The car felt as if the whole thing was made out of ice. As we all shivered through the whole car ride we pull up at the hospital. When I walked in, I could smell fresh coffee being made. The smell satisfies my stomach and without a doubt I say ¨Mom! Can I have coffee? Please?¨ She didn’t hear me. My parents ask the front office desk lady for my aunt. She says “Room 4A your first left.” “Thank you.” Says my mother. We see the first left hallway and see my uncle with a heavy face in tears. My uncle and dad start to talk. “Sagi come with me and Ivan go with your father.” Says my mom as she gives my brother a “See you in a bit” kiss. We walk in. It's pitch black and my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. I could smell antiseptic in the air. You can hear noses sniffing and cries of tears. At the right corner I see my aunt's sister and other relatives. At the left corner I see my aunt. My mother walks over to my aunt’s sister's. As I follow my mom I look at my Aunt, she's looking down at something in her arms as tears roll down her soft fragile faces. My mom tells me to be quiet and to sit down. My mother quiety talks to my aunt’s sisters. I wonder what in the hell is going to on?! My head is full of questions. After my mother got the news she approaches my aunt. My aunt looks straight in the eyes at my mom with a bitter face. My mom could feel her misery. A couple of tears ran down my moms face. Minutes pass. “Sweetie come here.” My aunt says with a delicate voice. I walked quietly to her. She puts her hands out. I grave them. She looks down at her arms. As I follow her eyes down I see a baby, Maria Guadalupe. She is tiny as my hand and covered in little chunks of blood. Right there and then I didn't have to ask what was wrong with Maria or why everyone was crying about. My baby cousin had not made it alive. My

March 15th, 2010 was the beginning of the most terrifying two weeks in my life. I was sitting in the middle of a math test when I was abruptly taken out of class by another teacher. I remember being confused when my grandma took me out of school in the middle day with no explanation. After taking me home, my grandma proceeded to explain to me that my mom was in the hospital. Because of undetected complications caused by her past miscarriages, my mom’s iron levels in her blood had suddenly dropped. She was immediately rushed to the hospital to receive emergency surgeries and blood transfusions. I was speechless. Never in a million years had I ever thought, my mom who seemed invincible, would ever be on death’s doorstep.

Nevertheless, the hour and a half ridged drive up has never felt so long. My dad anxiously cruises from lane to lane. Perspiration runs through his hands, the air filled with nervous energy from him, my mom, and my sister, Tayler, as I bared my pain. I try not to show too much for the sake of my family. My stomach had taken over doing uncontrollable convulsions like an intense ab exercise nonstop. No one knew what was going wrong. Pulling up to the covered sliding glass entrance door to the emergency room, I slipped out of the car. Walking slowly, I went to the front desk. The tall blonde woman, with the look of sleep deprivation on her face, asked my mother in her soft voice questions about me. My mom, still shaking with nerves, answered them all completely for the receptionist. Standing there, a variety of emotions overwhelmed me. Right away, I was taken into a small glass room where a short, thin black haired woman took my vitals. She was in a hurry because there were patients coming in nonstop and had to keep everything flowing. After everything was checked, she escorted my family to the waiting area. Sitting side by side, I stared at the cream colored wall with indigo and soft ink birds on it to try to pass the time.