It was September 20th, 1999, Mr. Body was having a birthday party for himself, at his home called Tudor Mansion, earlier that night there were two murders and a miss murder. Luckily, there was an eyewitness which was the maid. Her name was Mrs. White, Mrs. White had just came from the scene of the crime all the way to the police station to explain what had happened. “Okay, ma’am, do you mind going over it and telling me one more time what happened?” the policeman asked. “Yes, sir.” she sniffled, “Can you just excuse me for a second?” She walked over to where the tissues were, after crying about her close friend she had a stuffy nose. She gently grasped the soft, velvety tissue in her hand, pushing it up against her bloody red nose, she
Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.
“How dare he try to take my last child away from me too!” She searched my face for any sign of a decision.
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.
What should I do with my life? Should I start a new life or fight for Candice. I feel like if I keep thinking about her I might become obsessive. However, I can’t in fact I won’t stop caring about her. While having all of these thoughts on my head, my phone started ringing. It was Austin. “Hey man! What’s up?” he said. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I went and visited Candice, you told me the truth. Not only does she look pale but also looks sick as well, she’s taking some pills Adam gave her. I talked to her, she didn’t recognize me in addition, I had to lie. She thinks I’m her boy best friend. I just hope when the time comes, she can forgive me for all of the lies, I have told. On the other hand, I kissed her. To make a long story short, Adam is not taking care of her for this reason I need to talk to him. Do you know how to get to their house?” I explained. “Yeah, I know where they live. Do you want me to send you the directions?” he asked. “It would be awesome if you did. I’ve never told you this before, thank you for being here for me. I’m so grateful to have you in my life,” I
For the last two years, she was the apple of my eye, the women of my dreams and my whole heart. She was my everything, but what we had was toxic. All we would do is fight and argue and lead to a break up not to mention all the things that lead or happen during our time we were together. But I thought she was the one so I kept coming back pushing my hurt farther and farther away knowing it was only going to eat me up inside. That is why I was filled with so much pain because I couldn’t let her go. Wait! HELLO IS ANYONE
Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of
The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.
I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.
When we headed up to her room to prepare for bed, the night hit rock bottom. It started with her ranting about how mad and upset she was with me, but the second I tried to explain that I’d done nothing, and didn’t deserve her comments all night long, it escalated quickly. Her shrieks projected off the ceiling, echoing throughout the room; I swear the whole block could hear her. Suddenly, the heat of the atmosphere rose: tension. My heart raced. My body paralyzed.
“God, I miss you so much Kris,” Analeigh Remington whispered softly, standing in front of her twin sister’s headstone. Tears were quickly falling and mascara was running down her pale face as a sob escaped her lips. She didn’t attempt to hide the tears and she definitely didn’t care how she looked. Nothing really mattered. Her sister was dead! She looked up at the sky and shook her head before sitting down on the bright green grass. “I... I just want you back,” Ana cried. The fifteen year old brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking back and forth as gut wrenching sobs escaped. Today was the one day every year that she would break down without fail. Usually. Usually she was able to make it home before
“God, I miss you so much Kris,” Analeigh Remington whispered softly, standing in front of her twin sister’s headstone. Tears were quickly falling and mascara was running down her pale face as a sob escaped her lips. She didn’t attempt to hide the tears and she definitely didn’t care how she looked. Nothing really mattered. Her sister was dead! She looked up at the sky and shook her head before sitting down on the bright green grass. “I... I just want you back,’ Ana cried. The fifteen year old brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth as gut wrenching sobs escaped. Today was the one day every year that she would break down without fail. Usually. Usually she was able to make it home before it