Monologue On Claudia's Suicide

“John, what happened?” Officer Marks ask. I just keep crying and I hold Veronica’s head against my chest. An hour later they take Veronica into the ambulance. I just sit on the floor crying. “John, I need to take you in for questioning.” Officer Marks says. I get up and walk with him to the cop car. I get in the back and he

As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.

When I came into Drug Court, I was lost and confused. I thought it was a joke and I thought I could keep doing what I wanted to do. I thought the Judge and everyone on the team was just out to get me. I didn’t know who I was because I built my life on lies. I never aspired to anything great. Being in Drug Court this long has shown me that the Judge and the Drug Court team really do care about each and every one of us personally. I can see that the Drug Court team cares and always has time for me no matter what, to give me so much encouragement. It wasn’t until I was in Drug Court that my life changed and I believe that I was headed for a prison sentence which that didn’t matter to me at the time. Drug Court showed that they believe in us, that we are okay, and they really do care about us to take the time to help us. It has taught me to be more of a responsible person. Going to jail was honestly one of the best things that ever happened to me and I needed to be in there. I no longer wanted to be everyone’s burden and the family disappointment. I have realized what all I have put my mom through and I am sorry for all the wrong I’ve done, the sleepless nights, the broken promises, and the stealing of money.

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

My family was extremely upset with my mother and wept for my return. While in jail, I met many good people who had made bad decisions in their lives. I only ate cookies and Ramen noodles, and I drank water. For the first time in my life, I had an affectionate moment with God as I called out to Him. I knew that He was the only one that would get me through this situation. I can recall being shackled at my ankles and hands while being forced to walk to go to the court room for every hearing. I called my oldest sister, Francesca, on every opportunity. I was offered a plea deal of one year in prison and seven years of parole. All I could think about was going home and starting my senior year of high school. I prayed to God for guidance, and I told myself every day that I would soon go home. My father came to see me, and for the first time in my life, I saw him cry. He was extremely hurt, and he told me to stay strong. My family tried everything to pay my $40,000 dollar bond. I was soon left with two options: take the plea or go to trial. Thinking about my future, I was willing to take the plea, but only if it were probation. I had already missed a week of my senior year, and I just wanted to go home. The public defender spoke with the Judge about the First Offender Law, and the Judge lowered the plea to 7 years of probation. On September 21, 2012, I accepted the plea deal of seven years of probation, and I was released that night. My sister picked me up, and I lived with her for a few weeks before reporting to my probation officer. Wasting no time, I returned to school the next day. My peers had heard of the destruction, and my teachers were happy to see me. I became extremely depressed, and I wanted to run away. For the first time in my life, I was portrayed as a criminal. I regretted my actions, but I did not regret defending my

The deputies informed me her trial would be that coming Monday. I thought my mom would be home in a mere four days; I didn’t tell anyone because everything was going to go back to normal come Tuesday. I have never been more

“But look MJ. It doesn’t stop there, it only gets deeper, son. The reason you never knew about your daughter and why Havannah never brought her to see you is because Papi told Havannah to lie to Marlorana, to tell her that her father was dead. I highly disagreed with that because even though you have a lot of time over your head, you still could've been a part of your daughter’s life. You know, with visitation and all. But Papi kept pushing the issue and eventually Havannah and I both gave in.

Once again, Tess is lying in bed being a spoilt brat! Acting like what she is going through is the worst thing in the world, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore, what happened to Fin was just ‘life’, and Daniel has no blame in it. Brendan, Mum and especially Joe think that because Tess and I are sisters, I should be the one to say something, to help her … but what am I supposed to say, that everything is ok, that nobody blames her or Daniel, what happened that night was just a terrible freak ‘accident’. It’s all rubbish, I hate Daniel! My own nephew, for what he did, and of course I blame him, he took my son away from me. As for Tess, she should have done something before his anger problems hurt innocent people. Maybe if she had Fin wouldn’t

The rain hit the window screen harder and harder with every drop. Well at least, that’s what it sounded like. Or, it could have just been the large amount of heroine I just shot up my arm.

Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

Every day I went to see my father, in the worst state I have ever seen anyone. He could not talk to me, look at me, feel my touch or remember I was there. My dad had been unconscious for almost a month and a half. Even he gained back consciousness, he could barely remember anything that had happened or that anyone had come to see him. I believe the thing that had changed me the most had been that I had to grow up and make extremely adult decisions suddenly. My boyfriend and I had been the only ones in my family who were responsible enough to talk to the police, the doctors, and put together the pieces. We had numerous talks with the police about the reports, what happened and when, who had hit him and where was his vehicle. Unfortunately, the police had a description of a car but had not an idea as to who had hit him. I also had fed his dogs every day and kept his house safe, making sure that no one had broken into his home. I also had taken care of his insurance. I talked to the doctors about big decisions and surgeries. Even after my father had been released from the hospital’s care, he had been taken to Greenville County Detention Center on charges of a

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

I don’t like to reminisce on the event, yet when iris plastered all over the papers, 25 years after the incident, I can’t help but remember the affair. Even though I have tried to move on, it will always be a part of my past. A dark, grim, part of it that haunts me up to this day.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.