Another List Essay

Alice’s relationship would not go very far, constructing her ending for Henry, “Henry Reyna married Della in 1948 and they have five kids, three of them now going to the University, speaking calo and calling themselves Chicanos.” This quote essentially dispersed Alice’s hope for something more with Henry. Making Alice side with Henry’s parents in his potential marriage with Della due to his responsibilities, “If it was just me and you, Henry it might be different. But you have to think of your family.” This quote shows Alice’s understanding of what Henry must do. In the end Alice’s feelings are put aside due to what cannot be done and what must be

An excruciating feeling shot through her body, never in her life had she felt this much pain. It was unrelenting and seemed like it would never end. The girl wanted to scream, to try to stop this, but couldn't move, every flinch caused more pain to shoot through the moving limbs. Her eyes unclenched, colors spun around her head, crawling on her melting flesh and burning through it with it's acidic touch. Smoke filled her lungs with each attempt to breathe, it felt like everything inside her was to collapse at any moment, her lungs, her bones, her skin, her skull, everything was to fall to pieces and cease to exist. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, it's speed decreasing as she ran out of fresh air. Her throat burned almost as bad as her

The anger in her eyes was suddenly washed out by an overwhelming fear as a profusion of tears starting bursting out her big green eyes and one by one began to roll down her pale cheeks. “Oh God”- she yelled in a high-pitched broken cry, while turning the head sideways to sink her face desperately in the pillow. She remained motionless in bed with the body curved and her legs bent inwards close to the chest, crying and lamenting heavily and uncontrollably for the rest of the night until the despair and the exhaustion finally forced her asleep.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

Heaving herself up, she glanced around at all of the coughing teenagers that lain on the floor coughing and sputtering, groaning in pain. The smell was ten times worse than it had been when Jasper was gravely injured. The dead bodies being dragged from the ship didn’t exactly make her feel more optimistic.

"I should have seen this coming. I don't understand why my visions are blocked." Alice said.

“I’m happy there don’t seem to be other hikers, but damn is it hot,” said Catherine, hoisting herself up to sit on a path-side boulder, “Let’s rest again.”

Her eyes moving from to the other as they each spoke, but her ears hearing as if they stood on the far side of a wall. All the ley energy she had pulled was finally drained away to leave her hollow. The echo was pin-pricks of pain over her skin. She had drank too deeply and dropped it all too quickly. She was going to be paying for it for quite some time. Ethan's voice turning stern cleared some of the fog. Elisa blinked at him as he tucked the box and the mask within into his bag. She wanted to tell him to leave it

“Uh, I think a storm is coming, we should go inside.” Julianna said, twisting her fingers.

“Lets just hope she doesn’t turn into a complete mess,” Alice whispered. “You’d better get back in there.”

Sam held her hand. “Maybe the answers are out there,” he pointed at the vast land. “Maybe if we just keep going, we’ll find the answer.”

Death’s cold embrace was awaiting, his hands fingering at her flickering heart. Why should she stay? The only happiness she had ever had in this world had been robbed of her, through the very medication that should have been distinguishing the pain.

“We just got here.” Lukas replied, looking down at a small list he had scribbled down before they left. “So, no.”

“Let’s not worry about that for now,” I said, watching her ride. “She needs this for the moment. We’ll worry about the rest when we reach the city.”

Every time I visited her at the hospital, I would find her looking out the window. It’s the same view everyday, so I don’t know why she keeps looking out there. Nothing changes outside that window for the most part. I would visit her five times a week, and each time I see her, sadly, she looks more and more dead, which is clearly not a good thing. Her skin started to become translucent, her breathing became raggedy as if it hurt, her limbs were becoming thin and bony as if she didn’t eat, and it was as if that only her body was alive, not her soul. She let the illness come and take her; she let herself become the illness.