My Day : The Story Of A Pajama Day

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

To further my distress I noticed my hand and feet had become webbed and the final straw before going to wake my mom up was noticing what looked like small cuts on each side of my neck in groups of three. I walked to my mom almost in tears and shook her to consciousness before breaking down next to her. It wasn't my best moment but I was turning into some sort of animal and I had no clue what animal or what to do. My mom grabbed my shoulders and brought me back to a calm state which took a few minutes before making me explain what happened to get me so worked up. Right when I finished explaining my friends and what I had seen we stood up and I lead her to my room so she could see in the light what her daughter had turned into. The first thing she saw was the gray skin and i could tell by her face that she was shocked and a little frightened but she quickly regained her composure. Why did I have to wake her up so early and make her worry and make her keep her calm so that I would stay calm. I began to feel bad for both of us until she kissed my forehead and continued to look at my new traits with a small smile. She felt along where the little cuts were and when I smiled her

I was panicking I didn’t know what I did I thought I was in some kind of trouble, but when I got to the principal’s office, there were 2-3 police officers there waiting for me. They sat me down with a concerned look and told me some terrible news. These few words that I could never get out of my head. It’s as if there locked in a prison. They told me that my father was in an accident at first I thought that they were just talking about a car accident. I had no idea what to expect. Then they told me that my father had passed away I started balling my eyes out I didn’t know what to do. They soon drove me back to my house where I saw my brother and a few neighbors and friends. There were a few cop cars and an ambulance. I later found out that he had committed suicide. My aunt and uncle came and picked us up from my house and brought us to their house where they tried to cheer us up a bit it was my cousins birthday so we tried to have a

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.

Fifth grade was a daunting year, filled with long division, new friends and one long trip to the hospital that now controls my entire memory of that year. It was a ‘freak accident’ they said, something that would never happen to probably anyone else, ever. Freaky enough that I can’t even discuss it today without cringing, reliving the moment in my brain, reliving the screams, the terror and the blood, so much blood.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

I woke with a start. My eyes sprung open, but I could not see anything. It was pitch black. My eyes began to adjust and I heard very loud, unfamiliar voices. They were yelling at my parents. I don’t know exactly what they were saying, but we were in trouble. My mother started to cry, and there was

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

When she came in nick was telling her what happened, and she got a wash cloth wet and cleaned the blood off my face, and told me to hold it to my eye. She was panicking because she didn’t know what to do. Finally, she decided to call mom and dad I sat in the living room until they came home. They couldn’t get home right away so I had to wait until around 4:30 when they got off work. I was calm until they walked in, I don’t know why but I just was. I remember sitting there in the chair, my mom and dad looking at my eye. My mom said that I needed to go to the hospital and get stiches but my dad said that I didn’t need them. I didn’t go to the hospital, but my mom still thinks that I needed to

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

We were all bored, so we had began playing games. We got pine cones and started throwing them at one another like dodge ball. All fun and games until we began playing follow the leader; I was walking behind my cousin, Stephany, and my sister, Berenice, was walking behind me. I was just tired and wanted to eat; my cousin walked through a picked fence, I followed when suddenly my pants got caught on the wire. The only thing going through my head was, “No, these are my favorite pants!” All I wanted to do was to get untangled form the wire, so I was pulling and I was feeling a burrowing in my skin. The wire had ripped right into me and the pain was so tremendous that all I could do was to yell for help and cry for my mommy. My cousin and sister panicked while my aunt ran to me and carried me to the table and sat me down. As I turn, my parents were returning from picking out food and when they saw me they ran. They ask questions of how things happened. They ripped my pants open, placed a bandana into my mouth and said, “Bite down”; I did once the alcohol slide through my leg I cried as it burned. It was an exhausting pain and they carried me to the truck and told me we were going home soon. Those soothing words to my ears were like a kiss

She is trying to focus on her task and did not see him step out of the room just behind her. There is a flurry of movement and as if in slow motion she and the ironing board seem to float towards the ground. My sense is that the board hit the stove, but I’m not certain, and sent burning embers mushrooming upwards and outwards. My mother struggles to her feet as she is trying to untangle herself from the ironing board. She is dazed. None of us risk helping. There is blood running down her face. The landlady and a female neighbor rush to her assistance. There is a deep gash above one of her eyes and she is bleeding profusely but thankfully, they were able to quickly staunch the bleeding, but thought she would probably need stitches. As they left, with her, for the hospital, my father was sheepishly begging them to tell the doctors that her injury was the result of a fall and I understood for the first time that what he did was

When I went upstairs to look there was a game room and bathroom and a little lap sitting on a table. I went more towards the lamp. Zoom!!! The lamp slides off the table and hits the wall and breaks. I run down stairs shaking. I tripped over a loose board. I hit my head on the stairs I felt like it was the end. After a few minutes I woke up in the basement I was thinking “ How did I get down here”. Then I looked up and I a little boy was looking at me. He says “ Are you ok”? I looked at him “yes thanks” for helping me. You look scared. Yes I am I came here to explore it. I fell down the stairs and hit my head as the lamp fell off the table. Sorry about that was my dad

When I was little, I was the girl that always followed the rules, and was a little bit shy. I don’t remember much about my past except for this and a couple other things, but I hear a lot of stories about what I did. We were at a wedding reception for one of my dad’s friends and I was running around with Andrew and Emily my older siblings. We were running around being crazy and I had a lot of sugar in me, so I was bouncing off the walls. My father Matt told me to come over to him to say hi to some people he knew. I went over there and I was bouncing all over the place just wanting to run everywhere and scream “I want more SUGAR.” That's when I saw “enter name” with balloons. I looked up at my father and said “Can I pretty please go get a balloon?” He said only if you give me a kiss on the cheek. I gave him the kiss and started to run towards her. My dad saw that she had a knife in her hands and was getting ready to cut the balloon strings to give to the kids. Out of nowhere I heard my mother yell “Madelyn don’t run up to her walk.” I didn't listen to her and kept running. My eyes were set on the pretty sky blue balloon that she had, and I wanted to beat all the other kids. When I got up to her that was when she was cutting the strings of the balloons. The knife then slipped and cut me on the lip, I don’t really remember much after that. I remember the taste of something warm running down my face and going into my mouth. Everything around me started to dance and I heard