Five Stages Of Drowning

As I was sleeping all I could hear was loud noises and screams, at first, I taught it was my annoying brother watching another horror movie, but then I could feel grains of sand falling on my face. Then I felt very hot and it felt like I was sleeping on something very hard and cold. I was too tired to wake up so I thought it was a dream at first, but then I could feel a hand shaking me and screaming for me to wake up. When I finally opened my eyes, I was beyond shocked. I was surrounded by men, women, and children running for their lives, bullets going through their bodies and a woman screaming at me in a language I've never heard but weirdly could understand. She was telling me to get up and run for my life that the enemies have arrived and that they were killing them. Funny enough that is what I did, but in the process, so many things were going through my mind, like how

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

There I lay quietly and still as my gun wound gets worse, I fell a breeze go across my face like wind on a stormy day I think to myself “am I going to die?” then I see in the distance a glowing light flashing red and blue continuously as I hear the sirens getting closer I start to fade. I’m awake sitting in a chair in the hospital then I check my body for wounds and but…found nothing as I walk down the hallway I suddenly remember that my mom was in the hospital for reasons I did not know I said to myself quietly “I’ll just go home and rest for now” as I walk out of the hospital and towards my car I see a white owl fly by some ones house and remembered I saw it in my dream just flashbacks of little glimpses from my dream I reach for my car handle and opened my car I sat down shivering in the cold night for my back window was broken, as I am diving I feel a slight pain on my lower back I stop at the side of a burger hut and check as the pain got worse I see guys getting closer wearing saggy clothes one pulls a gun on me…im laying on the floor…once again I am in the hospital chair this time I do everything over again not realizing it but there was a little ball underneath my skin.

But the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand either. Everywhere I go it seems as though someone has focussed the brightest spotlight onto my every movement, highlighting every fear and insecurity. Everything about me has changed except my physical appearance. My beliefs. My values. My virtues. My dreams. Yet how can it not be as painfully obvious to everyone as it is to me? How can they possibly not see how drastically I’ve changed? That I’m desperately trying to make sense of a confusing world that I thought I had figured out? But they don’t see that. To them I’m no more than an identical replica to any other football jock. That I’m too wound up in nothing but my own selfish life to be able to maintain a conversation, that I bluffed my way through high school and now struggle to form a sentence. That I’m an exact match to the stereotype despised by so many. But all I want is one person. One person to prove to me that

All of a sudden I heard a gunshot, and then another, and five more to follow it. It was rapid fire. Tear gas was thrown into the crowd, all of a sudden a blinding pain blurred my vision, I was barely able to make out people dropping down next to me. I immediately dropped down to not be seen by the police shooting. The screams were deafening, I couldn’t help it, I started crying.

    I remember it was the summer before my junior year. My indie bedroom was just down the hallway from our dainty living room. I was sound asleep when I was awakened by soft screams and yells. I can vividly remember asking myself “whats happening”. I sat up abruptly and walked over to the light. Suddenly my mom burst through the door and with the softest whisper she said “call 911”. I was hesitant. It took me about five minutes to actually dial the number let alone call. I finally called while shaking like a leaf in fall. I proceeded to get up with steps as light as a mouse. Opening my bedroom door ever so gently to go and see what happened. The screams and yells grew louder and louder as I approached the living room.. I saw my brother screaming at my mother, father and his girlfriend. I scurried back to my room in a panic. I didn't

I’ve spent a great deal of my life trying desperately to be different. When I was in elementary school I never listened to the same music as everyone else, I used to pride myself on not following fashion trends, not liking the popular kids, doing whatever I could to make myself seem special and I would make sure to point this out every chance I got. I had to make sure everyone knew I was my own person, special, different. I was doing this from a very young age, which when I got to Jr. High meant that I didn’t actually have many friends. All that time and energy I had put into trying to be different had paid off, but I was sad and alone. “There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know

When father got home he gave me a look that made me burst in tears. the next day we moved from berlin to leipzig. After a year of living their father had gotten a job as an general which was a big deal apparently. I got to visit one of those places where i saw the mean man. Everyone there looked as skinny as the couple that used to live with us. When i walked up to a group of kids they all cried on me which made me feel sad. I ran to a big house with a bunch of other kids my age and i heard so many coughs and cries, i was so scared. Everything was so crowded and then everything went black i remember mother saying the darkness was good so i smiled. 1 cry, 1 cough, 1 breath

I opened my eyes to find myself in a dimly lit room. I took things slowly, since I had no idea of my situation. I sat up strait and instantly realized my surroundings. I was sitting in a hospital bed in a secluded room, with nothing but the bed I was in and medical equipment which was hooked up to me. I would eventually notice that a clipboard was at the end of my bed; sitting on top of my legs. I grabbed the clipboard and began to study its contents. The first thing it showed was a newspaper article with the headlines “Army Veteran Found in Forest” and described that a local hunter had found the veteran in the forest. He had heard screaming in the forest and eventually would spot the veteran. He would explain that his nerves got to him, and as self-defense, shot the veteran. He would quickly realize his mistakes and run to help him and try to save his life.

I just stopped listening to them and I didn’t care what they thought about me because I am who I am and I can’t change that, if they don’t like me then that’s on them because they are missing out. I know that I’m not unwanted and useless, people care and I know that now because I’ve been through so much and realized that other people can’t define who I truly am as a person. I have so many friends now, I love it because I’m not depressed and upset all the time. People truly do care and I should have realized that a long time ago. So, if you’re going through what I went through just understand that people and here for you and just don’t give up because I didn’t. Everything will be okay because God will make it

I awoke with a throbbing headache which soon heightened my senses towards the outside world, it was cold and dark, with a sense of death in the air. After I climbed out of my cot a spine tingling scream filled the air which was usual, but this one sounded familiar in a way that made me cringe. It was an old friend whom I had not seen in years. As I ran out of my bunker, I stood watching as a woman was dragged by her hair into the alley by the Hungry and the woman cried for help only to get hit repeatedly until she

There was a doctor tray next to me with a needle and some type of clear grey fluid next to it. The door was cracked, I saw people walking up and down the hallway. Out of nowhere I hear someone scream. I was trying to figure a way out but other than the trey there was only a door, a small closet, and a window. Thinking of a way to get out I stood on the chair to get out the window, but the chair fell. A loud BAM! The chair smacked the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer, I stared at the door then ran. I could hear the footsteps getting louder and closer. I leaped in a closet and slammed the door. I could see someones feet at the closet door, I was extremely quiet as I had ever been. After 5 minutes the feet left. I peeked my head out of the closet, no one was there, but the door was cracked. The chair was still there I got back on the chair and pushed the window. The footsteps came back the door slammed open; the man had a terrible look in his eye. The man grabbed my foot, I kick him in the face and grabbed the needle, I stabbed him right in the neck. The widow was wide open and I squeezed out the window; plummeting on the ground. I ran as fast and as far away from

It all began one morning when i woke up this morning wasn't like the other ones but i just couldn't figure out what was wrong, So i decided to look out my window i noticed the sky was ofly gray today and the streets were empty. i decided to just go to work anyways but then all of the sudden my car swerved off the street and into a ditch i became unconcince i remember waking up in the hospital with no one there. i walked around for a while looking for someone, i couldn't remember my name tho it was ofly strange. I found a sign on a wall wrote with blood that said… “Don't Go OUtSide” i didn't think much of it i thought some young kids did it trying to be funny so i made my way to the door… opening it slowly… i couldn't believe my eyes it was

A scream echoed in the darkness around me. All I could remember was that I was walking to the barn at around midnight because my horse was kicking the barn doors I got to the barn and I opened the doors. When I opened the barn doors I got hit in the head with something and crashed to the floor I can’t remember what happened after that. I woke up in a small black dark room that had no windows and nothing but a blanket inside. I tried to scream but it seemed like no one could hear me. I stood up from the blanket and dizziness suddenly hit me and I fell back to the floor. I landed on my arm and shrieked in pain I looked down at my arm and there was a lot of blood gushing out. I tied the blanket around it quickly to stop the bleeding and pain and quickly I fell into a deep sleep.

We’re all special. We all have hopes and dreams. Or even if we don’t now, we did at one point. But the lies that they use, every single day, they change us. They make us not except that we are god enough. For anyone and everyone.