Essay About A Short Story

“I still couldn’t comprehend that this might be a matter of life and death, that this was the most serious thing I’d ever been involved in.”

“What’s wrong mommy,” he asked. With her crackling voice she said, “Nothing son, go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Chay sat up and repeated the words his mother had said to him on occasion, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“You can, you can come back,” Anna pleaded, sounding defiant, as if she believed hard enough, she could will it to happen. “I’m sure they’re fine, I’ve come back from worse than what they took that night.”

Claire’s was the first face I saw. Covered in tears, she clutched her mouth with her trembling hand. Next I directed my gaze towards my father, his arms firmly wrapped around my distraught mother. He held her as if he was afraid he would lose her next. The panic on their faces sent my head even further into a spiral. My vision blurred as I fell down a rabbit hole of fear and emotion. Disoriented, I stumbled over my

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

“I just want you to take care of yourself. If you hate it, never go back,” he spoke softly. Danny looked up at him, seeing the same look in his eyes that Ian often had. It wasn’t pity or sadness, just a type of concern that always made her fail to deny anything they asked of her.

Margot said nothing, only rushed up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut, falling upon her bed with sobs. The sobs did not last long as Margot’s mom came into the room. “What is wrong, dear?” asked her mom tenderly, caressing her daughter’s pale cheeks. Margot lifted her face, revealing her puffy red eyes and tear streaked

“Hey, it’s my pleasure. Now we are tied one and one.” He smiled as he said it, thinking about his nephew. “You know Jase was right, I could’ve got there sooner. Had I known you had problems

“The other hikers and I saw what had happened. We rushed down the mountain and called 911 right away, moments later an ambulance arrived and rushed you to the hospital”

“I’m not sure, it just never felt as if it would be a good time. He was so excited when he found out that I was dead and he could talk to me, saying that he always knew he was special and now he finally understood why the other kids made fun of him. Eventually it just turned into a normal pattern. He always seemed real enough, able to pick things up as if he was really solid. It was amazing, somehow he managed to keep that small amount of innocence in him, an innocence that eventually everyone loses, I can’t be the person to take that away from him.”

“I was considering running away, so I went for a long ride. I stopped at that cliff where you can see the Black Mountains, just to think.”

What I saw in front of me when I opened the door was Rafael groaning in pain, lying helplessly on the ground. I rushed to find a phone to call an ambulance. I consoled and reassure him as his shrieks of pain got louder. From the description of his pain, my thought was that he was having a heart attack.

“She wouldn’t want me to go. I was so rude to her. My last words to her were I hated her, and I just wish I could just tell her I love her and i’m sorry.” Gianna sorrowfully.

Two days later, Jay was diagnosed with cancer, and it wasn’t good. His cancer was already at stage four, and he was really scared that he was going to die. Jay was sent to a special hospital for children, and he got his own room there. The hospital was far away from his parents’ home, so they couldn’t always visit, and so he sometimes felt homesick. He tried to call his parents every day to tell them if he felt worse or better.

“Anna, you’re in the hospital. Now lie down and you’ll be fine,” replied one of the nurses as Anna was being rushed to the surgery room.