Cassandr A Short Story

After a while, Mama came in. She smiled at me and said, “Good morning,” before she bent over Sarah’s crib.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

Olivia approached her mother who was lying on her back on the bed. One arm and one leg were half off the bed and she wasn’t laying the normal way. She was askew.

The mother begins to rebel against tradition by taking an active role in educating and freeing herself. Through her radio, telephone and trips out with her sons she develops her own opinions about the world, the war, and the domination and seclusion of woman. She loses her innocence as a result to her new knowledge and experience.

"Wait, were you paying attention to the heart monitor Wilson? I could have sworn she had an bradycardic arrhythmia." Miller told us. I wrote "Bradycardic" on the board. We all sat there in silence for about 5 minutes until we all got paged to the patient's room. "Emily, what's wrong?" I asked her. She just kind of stared at me blankly. "She can't hear! My little girl can't hear!" The father yelled.

Laurel lifted her hand to her head, which she ran slowly over the top of her head. She kept her hand on top of her head for a few moments, a sigh escaped her lips. Her head tilted from side to side, as she thought of those that left her here. She wasn’t sure if they left her her for dead or not, there was no way for her to know for sure. A frown spread across her face. She closed her eye as she took in a deep breath, which she exhaled slowly. Her eyes slowly open as she shook her head from, her head lightly nodding. She dropped her hand from her head and placed it against her hip.

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

As Earlene held Augustine, the guilt that she had carried seemed to have begun to stab her repeatedly, she feels a little better telling the child somewhat of the truth. Whyyyyyy? Why did they have to kill my mother? said Augustine still is crying heavily. Earlene at the moment a loss of words at this point, looked at Augustine, and said you know you have a family that cares, and loves you they treat you as if you were their own. No, they don't. Augustine replied fiercely. They have lied to me this entire time. Augustine would then pull away from Earlene, and would begin to slowly walk backward. Now, remember, you promised me you wouldn't go to act out on what I have told you, said Earlene now basically pleading with Augustine. Augustine would then look at Earlene with her eyes glazed over, all she could feel now was immense hurt, and pain and she didn't know how to tend to it. Augustine would afterward turn around, and run out the room; dart passes everyone in the house and makes her way outside. Joseph, and Elizabeth both saw this. They would both look at one another, as they knew at the moment that Augustine had found out the very thing they tried for so long to keep a secret had now been

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

She lay there: half dead, half alive; barely able to open her eyes. Fear consumed her body, but not her heart: not tearing her fully a part. Cassiopeia was about to look death in the eye, and blink. She was bleeding out, her vision had gone shaky, her breathing heavy, as searing pains ripped through her leg, then running up her spine, and crackling like explosions of fireworks in her head: the world around her was going dim, but beyond the searing pains ripping through her leg: a pain stabbed her in her heart: over and over again, throwing her body into a place: she didn’t want to be, without Sammy. I have good reasoning to believe, the only reason that she got back up, and that she faced death, after lying in it, was because of hope

I went into the room; there she was sleeping like a baby. As I sat next to her, I could see how pale she looked. Austin was right; she looks depressed, something is not right. I decided to wake her up.

I felt the rain starting to drizzle on my face, stinging my eyes. There she was, my dream, laying lifelessly on the bed surrounded by flashing lights, the only thing I could hear was the constant beep of the heart monitor. The sound was comforting in a way, it assured me that my dream could still be alive, that it was still a reality.

telling her to stop screaming but she wasn’t listening. So he grips harder and as she’s up off the

The resentment within the young girl’s family is essential to the novel because one can understand the young girl better as she makes her decision.

Few hours later she was awakened by the scratching. She hugged Emily tight and pulled the covers over herself. "No such things as monsters!" She repeated. The covers slowly started to slide of and at the foot of her bed she saw black finger nails pulling on the covers and a shadowy figure creeping up. "Mama..." She whispered. The figure snarled and it's pointed white teeth shown causing Eve to scream.