Escaping Life with my Father and Step-mother Essay

I gave a small glare to the man standing in the corner of the room he just looks at me like I killed his pet goldfish. I still didn't understand what was going on. The two men look at each other and then they just leave the room, but inside that room, i could hear the men yelling at each other. Then it goes dead silent. The first man walks in “Come with me now!” He says,I stand up and follow him out of the room. When we get out I see the other man lying on the floor weak and lifeless. They put me in the room right in front of the man and made me watch every time he was hit when he tried to get up. I felt so bad for this guy, all he did was try to help someone that does not sound that bad. Does it? After 3-4 hours of this torture for this good man they finally stop, 4-5 gards pick him up and throw him in my room. Then the guard that was beating him walks up and says,”If you like them so much them you can be one of them.”. Then night fell i slept in the back he was still lying helpless on the floor. I wake up to the sound of the door slamming again. I jump up the guard is not there any more i was so scared about what happened to

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

One day I woke up and there was nothing, no hustle and bustle though the house just silence. It was very odd for it being a school day for me and my brother. I just laid there waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. I decided to peek out my window to see if anything was weird and immediately I noticed a giant flash of light. I ran to my father's gun case and shattered the glass not even worrying about the cuts on my arm. I grabbed his 12 gauge and his 380.. I have had much experience with guns so I could properly defend myself. I looked around And yelled “Mom , Dad , Anyone?” there was no reply to my plead. But once I turned Around again there was a man. Torn up and battered like an abused

“NO! NOOOO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!” I said as I jumped over the silver wire fence blocking me from making my escape. “THIS MAN IS COMING AT ME WITH A KNIFE!!” I screamed! “Get back here you pesky chicken!” Yelled the farmer! I was running through the farm for my life! I saw rusty silver gleaming bars in the distance. I ran towards them. I saw a huge figure hurtling across the bars. This could be my escape! I thought. I took a leap onto the large figure. He finally stopped in his tracks as I landed on to the back of the train. He stood staring at me with hate in his eyes as I rushed off into the night.

Throughout the day all we did was pack and move our room's into the van with everything packed we went for our 8 hour drive to Little Creek Vermont. I never realized how far from civilization we would be. When we finally get there I jumped out of the car excited to get out of the car and to go exploring new land and the house. I heard someone yell “WATCH OUT!” by the time I heard them and turned around to see what I need to move for it hit me literally hit me right in the face. I got knocked straight off my feet to the ground as I let out a yelp feeling the pain from the contact grabbing my face feeling some blood on my hand when I grabbed my face. All of the sudden I felt my body tingle when someone put their hand on me and helped lean me up. I heard this deep male voice that sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help myself

My story begins when I was in the second grade. Times were good, and I was enjoying my childhood. On a certain Sunday I and my mom attended church, as we did on other Sunday’s. This time though my dad decided not to come with us because he said he was tired. So we were off on our own doing our regular Sunday activities.

When I was little, my parents got divorced and it made a huge impact on me. They were already having problems when they were together. My dad was in the military most of the time so I think that that affected their relationship. When they were separated,

I could only hear extremely sharp ringing in my ears and nothing else. All I can really remember from this point is lying down on the floor against one of the table legs and passing out. After a certain amount of time, my step-dad rushed up the stairs, paramedics following, and he was in my face screaming things that I couldn’t understand and can’t remember. I had an overwhelming feeling of anger that ran all over my body so I began spitting on the paramedics. I was so in and out that I don’t recall how I got down the stairs, but I remember being in the ambulance and one of the EMTs was trying to prick my finger while I was screaming and pulling away because I was scared of the pain it would cause. As the ambulance pulled out, I could hear the sound of sirens as we drove away from my apartment; and then I was out

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

I sometimes wonder at night if He still thinks about me as much as I think about him. I wonder if he still remembers that day just as detailed as I do. Every year on my birthday I wish for the same thing every year. I want him back. All the love passion and protection. The hard work he put out definitely made me look back and appreciate him. My wish has yet to come true. Is he dead? He can’t be dead. I had so many plans to come back and call him dad again. The thought of him looking down on me makes me strive to do my best. He can’t be dead. My dreams of him one day coming to me and giving me a hug and holding me tight may not ever come true. Kisses on my forehead at night again. Tell me I’m gonna be something one day. Telling me I can do anything I put my mind

I looked down slowly at my hands, and then to those around me, and then to the boy who had punched me multiple times. It seemed so bizarre of a thing to do, to hit someone so many times like that, and I originally wondered if I had provoked him unknowingly. I gazed at him as he struggled to get out of the grip of one of my friends’ parents. The room was silent, nobody truly believed that it had happened. The sound of my heartbeat was all that I heard in those few moments, and all that I felt was a sticky chill in my body everywhere that the tingling throb was not. Slowly, I reached up to touch my head where he had hit me, checking to see if there was any blood. Luckily, I found none, but the side of my face was still in a painful, numbed state. Most of the event was a blur, yet it seemed to take forever. I stared at him for a moment, blinking, before my eyes swiveled around to assess the other people’s reactions. My friends and their parents gazed back dumbly, with the exception of my attacker and the one who was restraining him. There isn’t much that I remembered clearly after that, only shards of my own memory combined with the testimonies of those who

It was nothing new so we were used to it. But then it started getting louder and louder. All we heard was things flying in the room, shattering to the ground. That’s when my little sister started to ask me what was going on and she began to sob and squeeze me tight. She was so frightened of what was happening behind the door of my parents room. I heard the door swing open and they started to move their fight to the living room where my sister and I were at. I took her hand and walked her to my room, a place where she could feel safe and protected. I stayed with her for a little bit while they were yelling outside. I did not think that I, a helpless 15 year old, would be able to do anything about it. But then I heard my mom crying while my dad was yelling. I ran out into the living room and see my dad throw my mom over the couch onto the coffee table and landing on the floor. I quickly go over to her and help her up. She was in pain, so much pain and I couldn't do anything about

When my dad was diagnosed the very first time with cancer it was cancer of the larynx. It was a disheartening diagnosis but not an insurmountable one. As the family gathered to hear the information, I don’t remember that anyone perceived it as a death sentence. Mom and dad told us the bad news in a straight forward, factual manner. I remember they answered our questions to the best of their ability. The tumor would be removed and after a several weeks of radiation therapy all would be new again. I think my dad looked at this illness and healing process as a job, a challenge and a goal he was given that would have to be completed for the sake of his family. The family prayed, said the rosary, made special offerings at Mass and lit

When adversity stares people in the face, do they run away from it, or do they have the willpower to fight it head on? James Joyce, the author of Dubliners, at the young age of twenty-three, was able to take note of the struggles and hardships of the Irish people at a time when their once prosperous Dublin city was in retrograde. He took all the emotions and angers that his people had during this period in time, and summed it up into fifteen short stories. Throughout these stories Joyce places his characters into situations that leave them in constant states of dishevelment and agony. Some characters run away from and are left defeated by these situations and responsibilities, while other characters are

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.