Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

“Amelia, what happened to your mother is not your father’s fault. Your mother was killed by a man. He shot her in the back of her head. And don’t ever say that you wish he was dead.

When I woke up, he was nowhere to be found. A bit of panic coursed through me, jolting me from the bed. While I was still tired, I couldn’t rest without him next to me, especially when I didn’t even know where he was. My heart fell when I heard a girl’s voice coming from the living room. My mind automatically jumped to the worst case

“It’s nothing, Mother! There’s nothing there… Please sit down…” He pained me even more than did his mother’s cries.

“My father killed my mother,” he says eventually. It’s horribly casual, the way the words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t think of any other way to say them.

“What mum?,” Shocked to hear her mum’s voice she calls out again. “ Mum! Is that you?”

“Mama!”. She nestled into her mother’s arms. “Why would they do this to me? How could they?”

I was out of the dimly lit room and on my way to kill my fiancé as soon as the last of her demand left her

I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.

She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes for the first time tonight. Her large, dark eyes captured me like a fish on a hook. Her eyes cried out pain and loneliness and seemed to see through my superficial persona.

Her voice message ended and I quickly went to her contact to face time her. I set my phone against a pillow while it rang as I quickly put on a pair of sweatpants and sat down on the bed. It rang two times before she picked up. I looked at her, her eyes were red and her lips were swollen.

“You may be exaggerating a little,” he said holding her hands. “Come on… I doubt your mother is that bad?” Pete gazed out the window.

"Ha. No, I wish it was that simple." Percival leaned back against the tree and looked skyward. "My family's dead. All of them. My mother, father, and little sister."

“Do you think it's my fault for moms death?” Geana said as her eyes filled with tears

“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.

"I miss mom, but I knew she wasn’t alive again.." I said kind of sadly.