Equiel's Aaron: A Narrative Fiction

I stood in the corner of the room observing the chaos around me. The red and blue lights flooded the once empty, quiet street. Paramedics rushed into my house as my mom sat on the stairs trying to breathe. My brother, still holding the phone he had used to call 911, watched my mom intently.The commotion from my little sister’s cries to the paramedics faded to the background. My heart still pounding from the journey to my neighbor’s house in search for help. “Everything is going to be okay,” my neighbor instructed as she placed her hand on my shoulder. This had not been the first time my mom had been rushed to the hospital. However, this time, my siblings and I had been left completely alone. Across the world, my father fought a war, while my

I need you home now.” This was my wakeup call and I knew that I had to hurry home. “I’m coming home now mom. I’ll be there in a bit. Everything is going to be alright.” Keeping my composure I went to the NHS president and told her that I had a family emergency and that I had to go. For some reason she was giving me a hard time about it but after seeing my eyes she asked if everything was alright. I just said I had to go and she finally let me go without asking anything further of me. I darted out of the cafeteria doors taking a right on the first floor hall way on the east side of the building and then a left I went through one of the schools entrances on 59th court. I live on the same street as the school just three miles away. At that moment I felt stranded. I did not have my “proper gear” to run it as fast as I could and at the time for some reason I did not bring my car to school. However, I knew I had to get home fast so I took off. As the cars passed me I lost myself in my head. I was not crying or even sad. I was unsure of how I should react. Then the thoughts of what if I never get to talk to him again ran through my head. That is when the tears started to pour down my cheeks as I continued to pant.

I wanted to say sorry for not contacting you since the night we sat in the forest together. I have a reason, but it may sound insane. You see i’m afraid. Afraid i’m going to hurt you, and turn out to be like my father. I am about to tell you my deepest secret that I have been too scared to tell anyone. You see, my father, he used to beat my mother and would scream out words of profanity while smashing empty bottles against the ground. One day my father came home in the dead of night. I remember the thudding of his boots, and the sounds of screaming from my mother telling him to leave and never come back. I don’t remember much after other than the 3 gun shots that ranging, the sound that told me my mother was gone from my life for good. The policemen took my father away to prison, and I remember the look in his eyes. He was no longer a man, father, or a human he was nothing but a monster. After they took him away my grandparents took me in but they could only see the part of my father that lived inside of me, the monster. They sent me away to an asylum. I returned last year. See Jade i’m scared that my grandparents were right. That part of my father lives inside of me, and that's why you need to stay away from me, I couldn’t live with the pain of hurting you. Just know I meant everything I said to you.

“I’m not like everyone else though, so you see I wouldn’t leave like they all do. I am so much closer to you than you even know Vada. I know things about you that even your family doesn’t it’s like i’m in your head.”

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

“You should have known that you could not hide from me. You married me and you must be with me forever, as you have been cursed to never die.” I see something cross his eyes as recognition sets in.

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

In the story Aaron’s Gift by Myron Levoy, Aaron thinks of his Grandmother's old goat as a pet and says, “ Her goat escapes from the Cossacks at last.” This shows that there is symbolism between Pidge and the goat.

“The birthright of the throne. He was the heir and chosen king of K’un-Lun.” Yu-Ti snapped.

"I understand, young warrior. This journey has been one of great peril and tragedy, but you must take heart," I

"Yes, exactly that, now seriously Torrey Ann, I have not much time, or know how to tell you what I need to. The bloodline you carry is connected to the biblical race of God's people."

No one was getting along, and he was drinking more after the death of my grandfather. We had been is Yosemite for a few days and it was our last night. We decide to go eat dinner and play cards together. From the start he had already made fun of my brother and had been putting my mom down. So much so, that before I could finishing dealing the cards, eli was leaving and my mom was silent. I forgot what I said now, but I remember the response, and the look I got. After I heard the words everyone stopped moving. I held half the deck in my hands, Eli stood, half way through pushing in his chair, and my mom looked up in shock. He didn't say anything else to me, just stared. At first, I don't think I really processed what he said, but that night I really thought about it. I realized then that my dad was truly gone. He wasn’t a dad anymore, he was a strange, someone I no longer knew. I promised myself that week that I need to grow up, and let go of the believe that my dad was suppose to be someone I looked to for advice and help. Now, I do most things for myself. It hurts the most when I see my brother. He used to be so fun, and outgoing, and now, I can see the impact my dad has had on his feelings. It hurts because he has had to grow up earlier that I had to. I’m still not quite there yet, and I still struggle a lot with everything, but I'm figuring things out, and needless to say, I grew up that

“Just I would be careful what you say things like that might make you look like a traitor,”he whispers and leaves me alone so he knows.I now tread on dangerous waters. We are called to battle for the unholy war with the searing pain spreading in my body. I slowly get up and put on my chainmail a cloak strapping my belt and sheathing my sword I walk out high Showing no pain.

"Don't worry, Tori," my dad tried to tell me before he died, but twelve-year-old me wasn't listening. I was too scared, because if my dad said those words, it meant they were going to be his final ones. "Victoria, look at me. Please, Tori, just look." I had never before heard his voice like this. He was pleading with me, his voice sounding so broken. "When I go wherever I'm going, I don't want to go there knowing that you're lost. I want you to know that you need to keep being my happy little girl." My hands were clamped over my ears, but I could still hear him quietly sobbing.

“Aren’t you the same one that like to say you are the master of your soul?”