Just Another Trip

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

“I don’t feel so well” Jan’s father had suddenly said one morning at breakfast. Her father, a World War II veteran, stood up and went to go lie down. The rest of the

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

Taylor Has been through a lot her grandfather died and so did her uncle, he died at the age of 29. She never had the chance to say how much she loved them. She always thought “What if I had said something, anything, What if I had the chance to change his outcome but I didn’t, I did nothing I just let it happen.” Now she is afraid of losing her grandmother that would be the end of the 4th of July parties, the christmas get-togethers, the Easter parties, and swimming in her lake when it's burning hot in the summer. But what breaks her heart the most is that her father has cancer. Taylor’s father mean the world to her, He means everything.

As I entered the pub where he was waiting for me, he greeted me with a surprising look and soon as I sat down, he threw questions at me “Where did you get all these”, “Are these new?". After that few glasses emptied as stories went on, his friend started to talk about last night. “Anyway,what’s happening to Paul now? Did he find it?” My eyes trembled with a question mark written on my face. “Paul was a guy who lost money last night, which was for his wife’s hospital bill, she has a cancer”. After his words, my throat dried, drier than this morning. I turned anxious, stiff, with the dissimulated look on my face, because in my head I could visualize myself spending the missing money.

Glancing to the clock, I made note that it was barely past three o’clock and yet here I was planted in bed. I hated being ill, especially living alone. Although I have much support from my sister and her husband, I still spent most of the morning alone. I was not surprised by my illness, I had been grieving more and more as the days came. My entire state of mind had begun to strip away what little patience and avoidance I had. I had stopped eating for several days, my

Driving from Newton Kansas all the way to Orlando Florida isn’t the easiest thing you know. It’s long and doesn’t come with a lot of stops if you’re having to do it with my parents. The trip itself is around a 20 hour drive but when you include stops and everything together it comes around to be a 24 hour drive. This doesn’t sound like fun and you’re very right if you’re thinking this. The trip is for sure worth it though, we were going to “The Magic Kingdom”. The place where kids that kids are super energetic and just want to finally meet Mickey Mouse. This was my first time ever going so of course i was excited and just wanted to be there already.

Dad was gone. I don't know how me and mom are going to get over the fact that he is dead. I'm starting to cheer up but that's just because of John. “The farm looks really good” said John. Thanks, me and mom worked really hard to keep it up and going while you all were gone. It was hard.” Mom is taking his death very hard” he said. “Yeah she is, Bub i miss dad alot” I said.” Look at me, you need to stay strong, your are the only one holding us all together right now Mary.”he said. I cried on his shoulder for a good long while until mom called for supper and we raced to the

“There are a couple different treatments we could do, however I personally think that the chemo is our best option. There will be a long hard road ahead of us, but I think we can do it! Now your cancer hasn’t spread yet and that’s why I think it is best to start as soon as we possibly can. Here’s what we can do…” the doctor went on and on and on. It was so hard to (even (omit)) grasp what he was saying. So much was running through my head. I was beginning to cry again, but this time I in a private room instead of in front of a waiting room full of people. “Why don’t we go for a little walk. Maybe to get a snack or something.” Caleb thought it was a good idea because he figured I needed to just get away from all the talk of chemo and treatments and well, cancer. He could see the fear in my eyes. “I’m so scared.” I thought I was crying as hard as I possibly could but boy was I wrong. “I know you are, and you have the right to be, it’s a scary thing. But you know that I will be here for you through everything, okay. I’m not going anywhere.” The doctor said I needed a good support system, and man did I have the

This thought was quickly dismissed when Johny was hit with a soccer ball. Not before long, tomorrow came along. This time, the older child and the youngest children have gotten sick. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had to stay home to take care of the kids and Johny could not go outside because of the rain. From his room, Johny watches the empty spot in the graveyard. The grass and flowers have grown out even more.

“My grandpa has stage 3 leukemia and it’s progressing very fast.” I had never seen her so down and upset. Casey’s grandpa was the one who taught her the majority of what she knows about bass fishing. They were very close and fished together all the time. This was going to be where her life changed. Casey was a strong girl, she had been through a divorce with her parents. I knew that she could get get through this but it was going to be hard.

That last second came on a bitterly cold February day. The skies were leaden gray. Craig woke up doubled over in agony, dry-heaving. He tried to stand, and fell to the floor. Dragging himself across the floor he forced himself up on shaky legs, fumbling in the drawer in the small table by his bedroom door. Pulling out a cream

It was only a week ago when I started figuring out that my life will be constantly rotating, and switching up into a rough road. There was silence in the room, cold sweat on my neck and one thing on my mind, “why our family?” My mom got diagnosed with stage two breast cancer, and it hit me like a train. It is something in your life that you never wanna hear coming out of a doctor’s mouth.