Left Hanging: A Short Story

Within the article "A Life Worth Ending" Michael Wolff recounts the events of his ill mother at her final stage of life. Along with his own battle with a flawed healthcare system. Wolff Brilliantly intertwines literary elements with the use of characterization and his first point of view to tell his story.

I tried to be your friend for many years. I thought it was the right thing to do. Your conversations to me on instant messaging only cultivated your obsession. I regret trying to be nice. In the small town we are from, I thought it would be best to keep a common ground between us especially for our families. I knew I would see you at church and you would sit in front of my family. And things just got worse. It was sad, some probably began to wonder if you had a staring problem. In high school, a sweet boy and I decided to date. Ultimately, I assumed you would leave me alone seeing how happy I was, but honestly, it did not phase you. Instead, you tell others that you write me letters to give to me on my wedding

I chose this source from National Archives because I think it best represent capitalism and in ways relate to my story “A Hanging”. This relates to my story because it was the capital that did something like this and in ways it was wrong because it split up families. Also in my story “A Hanging” these Hindus get separated from their families even though they didn’t do anything wrong or at least not a big enough crime for them to be hanged. Another thing is that it's not right and not humane about building the Berlin Wall it didn’t only split up families, on one side of the wall it seemed like it was a war zone.

I don't get it professor! After deeply hurting my feelings and ignoring me for a week or so, you NOW want to act like nothing happened between us, and I'm supposed to forgive and forget with open arms and lend support (to you) without even acknowledging what transpired between us. This is not okay with me and I'm not willing to participate in this ongoing/ continuos cycle. We need a better system here for resolving conflicts between us if we are going to maintain a friendship. Wouldn't you agree? Honestly, I feel really closed off from you and don't feel like

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

One week had gone by, and that was all it took for Serena to lose her bright eyes, her charming personality, and her strong demeanour. In place stood a woman with dark, tired eyes, unclean and unmotivated, she had hardly left her bed, the world felt scary. She always knew, Ric's death would be hard on her, but she did not think it would be this hard and she was avoiding people at all costs.

To you, I am just another story to tell. My phone is on, but I haven’t received a text in weeks. You remind me of that every day. You laugh at me, call me a whore, tell me I am crazy. To you, I am just another girl for you to destroy. Depression, you make me physically ill. You make me thoughtless. I can’t concentrate on conversations or school anymore. I am just so exhausted. I look forward to the moment I can crawl into bed and sleep my life away. You made my life not worth living. Anxiety, you lowered my self-esteem. I can’t even wear my hair up in ponytails because you told me my forehead was too big. You told me that everyone was watching me walk down the hallway, judging my plain outfits. You pulled me into extreme isolation. When you

I am writing you this letter because I want to apology for my behavior the other night. I know I acted badly in the bar by bringing up all the women you run with and that I left you some messages on your phone that were inappropriate and there was no excuse for it and it’s probably too many times too late but I’m sorry. I will take responsibility for my action in all of this but that doesn’t go without saying you aren’t at fault as well. I have tried so many times over the years to talk to you about certain things to avoid confrontation with you especially when I was straight only to be dismissed or misunderstood because you didn’t want to talk about it or you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m going to lay it all on the line in this letter which might have no merit but at

It was the day that she decided that cranberries would be the best thing for her. Or maybe the thing that caused the death of her?

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You must be married, perhaps with children. I know it has been forty years. I tried over the years to contact you. Perhaps the phone would have been the simplest. I was so grateful that we meet. You were so nice. You were my first girlfriend. In high school, I was not involved with any girls. I do not know how many families would have taken me in. It was regrettable that your sister in law wanted to file R charges against me. This is why? And your mother wanted you to date other guys. This is never good…mother’s knows best, Perhaps I misinterpreted the situation. My guess I should not have said what I said. Unfortunately, we are in a caste system, mostly based on status and money. Finish college and you will be rewarded known as the reward system. I was there. Unfortunately, I could not get financial aid. Perhaps there are others factors such as love and spirit, to be in the flow is more real, maybe something, more tangible as a higher purpose.

If I wanted loneliness I would have never tried in the first place. I don't know what I'm feeling, I just know that it's there and it's bad, but will go away. It's funny though, everyone is going through something but why am I selfishly complaining. I don't understand. I'm not an innocent person, please don't think otherwise. I don't mean that in the way you're thinking. I'm not a small furry bunny that has to be protected or provided for. I'm being dramatic, over reactive, even though I try to be diplomatic and I try to fair. But I can't take it anymore, I hate every aspect of myself, whether or not you see it, and this isn't helping. I don't know, I remember on the Alabama trip, I cried late at night, and I remember you, Lucy and Erin, being awake and just sitting there in dark. I remember none of you saying anything. It felt like you didn't cares. And maybe you didn't. I can't trust something like that. Erin, you remind me often that I'm privileged and do just have faith or whatever. How is that supposed to make me feel better? Why do you make me feel like I'm terrible being so mentally dismantled that I hurt myself? Why do you make me feel like any negative emotion I've ever had isn't

When the love of his life starts to head to the big boat. He surprised tenth wedding anniversary a cruise with her sister, away from all the kids and worry free. Holding their newborn and watching four other small children they wave goodbye to their wife and mother. As Emma walks up the ramp she notices even from where she is at the whales seem rather large quickly slippy out of her mind she continues to board the boat, with her sister. Emma and Lacy have what seems to be a never ending supply of luggage, naturally they call for the bellboy to come help. A tall muscular, almost godly walks up to the sisters saying “ may I help you with your bags?” Flattered the sisters said “that's okay we will wait for the bellboy.” Little did they know that he was the bellboy! After the godly creature of a man explained who he was, the sisters apologized and still asked for help with their bags. Once Emma and Lacy ended up their room they started laughing so hard. The room started nice and neat after they started laughing together the room looked as if a tornado had gone through the room twice. After the Lacy checked the corridor Emma and her decided to leave their room. Trying very hard to avoid the bellboy they decided to have fun on their cruise, starting at the buffet stacking their plates ten feet high full of food. Perfectly popped popcorn, French Fries, sizzled steak, fresh fruit, and jiggly jello. The sisters stuffed their faces until it was dark outside. Feeling tired

Honestly, I was extremely nervous whenever I saw this response. I wasn 't sure if you would ever read it, and admittedly there was a kind of soothing comfort in that. I opened this not entirely sure what to expect, but I suppose that is the risk in reaching out to people when your last interaction with them ended on an overtly negative note. Regardless, I have no regrets-- it *is* lovely to speak with an old friend. And, I would be lying if I said that it didn 't get to me a little when I noticed that you still call me Lily.

Dear X. I’m sorry, I am pretty certain that you are fed up hearing about this and that you have moved on from this but I haven’t. I still have so much to say, but you’re done listening to me. I just couldn’t express how I felt through words until now. I don’t want to cause a fuss and dig this all back up again, something that you’ve probably forgotten about. I’ve not, I can’t just erase the memories and emotions. I need to say my side of this. We’d been friends for what seems like a lifetime but really only about 5 years. Let me tell you this, those 5 years were the greatest and most cherishing years of friendship I had ever had. I guess it all means nought now. All I have left to hold onto are the pictures we took, secrets we shared, conversations we held and memories we created.