I 'm Lost Help Me I Need Help

One morning, when I shook Sarah’s hand, she didn’t wake up. Her hand felt cold, so I pulled her yellow blanket up around her shoulders. I crawled back into my own bed and waited. Every few minutes I called, “Where’s Sarah?”, but she just kept on sleeping.

The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of

“I want her to be safe.” Nick whispered. It wasn’t a lie, but Nick just had a horrible way of going at it. “She’s my friend.”

“I am too.” Quickly she thought of a different topic,” I never learned your sister’s name.”

I grabbed my runners and slammed the front door on her. When she was out of earshot, I started insulting her with every swear word I knew, in both English and Vietnamese. I started running as fast as I could, but I should stop there and explain the whole thing.

J2017-4151A began yelling at her telling her she was not going to touch her stuff.

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I HATE YOU!” she interrupted me. She stomped into her room. She’s lucky there was nothing within my arm’s reach or I would’ve--

All emotions stopped when I saw my best friend’s bright blue, with her favorite quotes on the cover of the journal that was packed up in boxes after she had died, was now laying on my bedroom floor. My heart has never raced this much before in my life. I open to the first page in her journal and it reads ‘Nettie it’s really me, I’m in need of your help, please meet me at our place at nine O’clock tonight’. After reading that note, I started to think back through things that has happened that didn’t seem like anything at the moment, but now seem like they were possible signs or something that came from Jess.

She shook her head from side to side. “It’s not a problem.” Which really it wasn’t though she wasn’t exactly sure if they had anyone back in town that need them. She shrugged her shoulders and shifted her head from side to side. It wasn’t her problem if they did. “That’s true. Hold as much as you can carry.” She said with a slight nod of the head, a smile quickly spreading across her face. “I believe you.” She in a soft voice, her head dropping towards the side.

Ashley repeatedly screamed, over and over again. She did not know if she would die or if she would make it out alive anymore. She doesn’t know what day it was, nor why it happened. But all she knew was that It wasn’t a maniacal serial killer or kidnapper that took her. It was one of her best friends. The only questions left is, Which one? moreover, Ashley was tied to a pole in a dirty, dark, and wet basement. She heard the door to the basement open and there stood the person who’d taken her. She was abruptly silent before asking “Why did you kidnap me? Why are pretending to help find me? why?”. After a brief pause the person said “because you deserve this” the person slowly walked up to Ashley and kneeled down before proceeding “Everything that happens to you from now on…you deserve it”. “What did I, ever, do to you, to deserve this? what Mycah?!” I, however, jolted awake from my nap, realizing that I was still in 2nd periods’ math class. “What’s with you Jordan?” Brittany asked. “what? oh nothing, just a weird dream is all” I said before finishing my math

Marilyn thought that she died. Even if not yet, anyway she would die soon: two days without water, in the dark and cold, on concrete floor. Though, she didn’t already feel the thirst, or damp cold, and she didn’t cry anymore. When she heard some noises upstairs, and then shuffling of the feet on the stairs, she raised herself from floor with a timid hope. Accustomed to total darkness, she saw a strip of pale light under the locked door. When the padlock rattled, she stepped closer and stood by the side of the door trying to make out who was it. With her heart wildly beating, she felt terror mixed with a faint hope - was it her fairy rescuer, or cruel tormentor, that came to do away with her.

I had come out of the changing room to see what my mama had thought about a black, sleeveless top I had picked out, and to my surprise the bitches were there talking to her.

My mother yelled at me,” Emily get in the house and grab you sister and brothers too.”

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”