My Life - Original Writing

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

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

I watched the light fade out of her eyes, her hand growing cold and stone like in my grasp. Every single second I shared with her passed across my mind. I couldn't make the tears stop, and all my regrets about when I didn't see her when I could have kept jumping out at me making me feel guilty. I could not comprehend that she was really gone. Never

However, tonight was slightly different there was a feeling of emptiness within me that only jasper could fill, but he was know where to be seen. As I walked towards the smooth grey eucalyptus that presided over the small dam on the far side, I peered into the broad hallow space at its base where I knew Jasper stayed. But there was no sign of jasper or even the slightest amount of evidence that he had been here. I felt my body shatter for what felt like the millionth time tonight as the tears started to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t know how much more I could take before I simply couldn’t handle this anymore. As I sat slumped along the water’s edge with my head on my knees, I felt betrayed and heartbroken. Jasper Jones was really gone, he had left me and gone to the city by himself, a plan that we were meant to do together. I was distressed, filled with anger and heartbreak. He had broken his promise. But the truth is what hurt me the most, I thought he loved me, I thought what we had was real, but I was wrong. Tonight was going to be the night I tell him everything, the night I was going to beg him to leave with me. Because I was in trouble. I couldn’t do this alone. I needed him more than ever but he wasn’t there. As these thoughts kept running through my head I begin to write it down. One way or another

Tears dripped down from my eyes to my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn’t stop it. I had made a promise. I clung on tighter, maybe that meant she wouldn’t leave. “It was going to happen anyway Tara, don’t beat yourself up about this.” She said in a hushed voice. It didn’t matter what she told me, I had promised to make her not move, to somehow convince her family that leaving was the worst idea. I hadn’t done it. I had failed. I looked down at the floral sheets as I hugged her, I never wanted her to go. I wanted to take in everything for that moment and keep it, locked away somewhere safe. This was the last time I’d see this room, with her endless books in her bookshelves, her intricate coloring books overflowing. “We can still keep in touch”

I hold all of her. I hold all of her memories, all of her aspirations, all of her secrets. I even hold what’s left of her physical being. I hold her remains, the remains of her deteriorating body, the remains of her withering memory, the remains of her. You see, she lives in me. She died in me. The rest of her life, will be spent inside of me with nothing to do but look back at her life and wonder. I often felt her wondering, not about herself, but those who surrounded her. She wondered about her kooky grandmother; how she went to the store everyday on her birthday and bought herself flowers, because she was her own person and would be damned if told otherwise. She thought about her father; how he was both a pessimist and naive all

She stood atop the rocky outcropping and stared down at all that lay beneath her. A world, full of mystery and wonder, excitement and adventure. It took her breath away, marvelling down at her creation. But she knew, deep down that she could never belong here. While she had created it, she had also destroyed it. She had all she wanted, didn’t she? It was now all a game, everything she had suffered was now no more than a distant memory. What more could she want? The hours of torture, weeks of pain and years of abuse had all become nothing more than a bad dream in a realm of happiness. The man who had defiled her with his experiments was now her best friend, and her family was happy again. Her father had found a wonderful job as a science professor

I had held on longer than any of our kind. I held on because I had faith in the old stories." she explained softly, "But with all that holding me back I wasn't strong enough to face her. I tried, I tried so hard and in the end it was never enough." she took a breath and touch the scar on her chest, "She wanted my heart, to add to her growing collection apperently. But the moment she reached for it I knew it was over. So I turned it all off, like flipping a light switch inside of myself. And..." she paused and took a breath her hands gripping hold of Dominic a bit harder, "I killed her, I ripped her apart like it was nothing and tossed her remains into the sea. I gave up everything just to kill her." the admition hurt every bone in her body, and she couldn't look up

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.”

As many beautiful memories are waiting for me there I cannot get over the single most horrible experience of my entire life. I can see the man running at us, hand glued to the pocket of his black hoodie. I should have stepped in front of you when I got that weird feeling. The shining blade of the knife that pierced your delicate skin etched never healing slashes into my brain. I can feel the warm blood escaping you as I hold your shivering body in my arms. The flow of tears streaming down my face landed in the crook of your neck as I buried my head in your shoulder. I can feel the weak grasp of your hand pulling me away to look you in the eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. I stared into those pools of blue as you said “I love you” for the final time, afterwards closing them to slip into your eternal sleep. Sobs wracked through my body as the paramedics pulled me off of you, but they were too late. Their apologies and condolences are ignored as I stared into the sky hoping that I’ll find one of those shooting stars that you always talked about and make a wish to get you back. I was never good at finding

I remember once Sarah was sitting in the corner reading at lunchtime. Everyone kept rushing up to her wanting to know what she had done the past weekend. Sarah just smiled, refusing to answer the question. Finally, when her audience reached the peak of suspense, she replied, “I had the time of my life” with a glimmer in her eyes. It was all she said, however, I knew it couldn’t be farther from the truth. I saw her and something within those eyes told me she had a story- one of brokenness and despair locked deep down inside.Little did I know brokenness was contagious and pretty soon I would only be Sarah 's reflection in the mirror.

I do not succumb to these voices but instead gaze intently into her blue eyes that shine with calmness, her joyful smile that brings jubilation, and a pale face that somehow radiates with warmth. Her angelic qualities bring hope – a second chance. She is the missing piece to complete the puzzle. I had one opportunity to seize everything I ever wanted. Thinking back to the book I had read on love, I hold my breath, then swipe right…

If I am going to tell the story of my life I might as well start at the beginning, the very beginning, my parents. My mom is Monica Ann Hill. She is a quarter Italian and a quarter German. She was born to Cathleen Trosen and Gary Trosen on August 29th, 1973 in Covina, California. Her parents were divorced when she was a teenager and her mom later remarried to Boud Jackson. My Grandpa Bob. My mom was baptised a member of the LDS Church at the age 16 and went to college at BYU, Brigham Young University, where she met my dad. My dad is Paul Clement Hill. He is a quarter Scottish, a quarter Welsh, and a quarter English. He was born to Audrey Hill and Donald Hill on August 29th, 1973 in Bangkok, Thailand. He was born there because his dad was an international banker. He later moved to many other places ending in Connecticut, USA. He was baptised a member of the church at the age 8. He also went to college at BYU, and after meeting my mom served an LDS mission in California. After his mission they married in the Salt Lake, UT temple.

I gently crept out of my bedroom and tiptoed past my parents’, to make sure they were asleep. Satisfied with hearing two sets of snoring, I scuttled backwards and shut my door quietly. My heart was already racing. I could hear my pulse pounding in my head. Quietly as possible, I pulled my jeans and boots on and slid my window open. That alone probably took two whole minutes. The window was squeaky unless you slid it up just right.

I woke up with my curly blonde hair covering my face. I quickly swept my hair away from my face into a ponytail and stood up. It 's too early, I thought as I looked over to my clock. It was 7:13 a.m and I was already done with today. I knew the bus must 've been close, because my sister wasn 't in our room sleeping. Guess I better get ready, I realized. I quickly rummaged through my small closet, filled halfway with little frilly dresses owned by my sister. Finding a nice shirt and pair of pants was harder than I thought. Finally, I had found a tie dye shirt with the saying "good vibes" on the front and a pair of white jean shorts. I changed into them quickly before my sister burst into our room.