Corfe Satire-Personal Narrative

Who would do something like that? She never hurt anyone. She was a good person. Why would anyone hurt her?

"Take her away she's worthless if you want her have her." my "father" says drunkenly. They take me away as I am kicking and screaming and crying. My heart jumps as I wake up realizing it was a memory. I look around noticing the the hard concrete walls and floors, the smell of mildew and the medal bars, made me realize I am in a cell now. At least I am away from the monster who took me. I heard people coming down so I layed down and closed my eyes listening to there conversation. " Alpha says she's special and she'll help us with the humans and vampires." Man 1 said. " How can she be that special she looks like all of his other fuck toys." Man 2 said.

“Who am I? Hmm.” He was silent for a long time. “I guess you may call me the ghost of Captain McBride.”

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

“Gene, have you seen my diamond earrings?” I ask over the running water of his shower.

“No,” Steve thought as he shoved the small black box back into his dresser drawer. “Not tonight.” He pulled his suit coat on and strode to the elevator.

“Ma’am, may we come in?” Those were the words that ended my life. Physically I’m still alive, but inside, where it counts, I’m just as dead as my husband. How do you go on after you lose the only person in your life who supports you, loves you unconditionally, and introduced you to what happiness was all about? I haven’t figured that out yet. I suppose I’m still a work in progress.

My body felt limp and useless as his hands traced the outline of my arms, making my skin shiver with delight. His fingers felt delicate against my soft skin, and I soon felt my eyes fluttering close as I let myself relax. There was a first time for everything, wasn't there?

The choice is killing me, what do i do? Just 30 minutes ago i was blacked out in the trees, Now i'm thinking about getting back on, i’m crazy. But i don't even know want i want to do. I smelt the fresh pine trees and the cold snow. It was beautiful, a tunnel made up of only trees, the glistening snow sparkling.

Pa died that night. I can’t remember what time, all I know is that it was past Jessica’s bed time. I stopped crying around sunrise because I knew she would be getting up soon. I walked away from Pa’s cot and started a fire in the wood stove, and began making Jess her breakfast. I got out the good stuff, bacon and eggs and toast, I thought the occasion warranted it. We had more rations than we needed anyway.

No morning text and no note on the counter. Is she sleeping? Is she angry with him? This morning was not the usual setting that Officer Dean Kane came home to after a long night shift of busting criminals. She must be sick, he thought. Plopping his keys into the orange colored dish on the foyer table, he noticed her backpack was still there. She must have that terrible winter flu that everyone seems to be coming down with.

“I wasn't going to let you die. For God's sake it was paint, that's no reason to kill yourself.” If he had any idea he wouldn't say that. “Come on, we need to get you to a hospital.”

My whole body felt heavy, like I was made of concrete. A dull pain throbbed through my head, I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn’t move; my body wasn’t listening to the commands my brain was sending it.

I awake to the sound of dozens of pairs of feet racing down the hallway, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Glancing out the window, the sky is dark and gloomy, rain hits the window like hundreds of tiny bullets. As I sit and wonder what all the commotion is about, I hear a familiar voice greet me from across the room.

“Amarante! I found you!” a voice I knew well drew my attention away for a second, and when I looked back, the girl was gone, leading me to believe I was imaging things. It had been a stressful day with a lot happening at once, and it was about to get worse.