My Mom's Tragic Disappearance

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

When I was a child, I dreamt about being a doctor helping others. I knew at the early age of 7 that I wanted to make a difference in others’ lives. After the death of my mother in 1999, I slowly changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my life. I told myself that I would do whatever it took to help bring justice for families that go through what I went through with the death of my mother. As I was going through college I realized that criminal justice wasn’t for me after working in the field. I sat there one day wondering what I would do next and I realized I have a passion for helping others; and I love babies, so why not use that to my advantage. That is how I ended up here at Southern Careers Institute pursuing a career in the

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

My Dad asked me if I could help out at Cedar Springs Camp with other people I know. The weird thing was I said, “yes”. When we got there I saw that another teenager I knew was there to. She also heard about what happened yesterday. But, basically what we did was simple. All we had to do was load wood onto a truck. After about three to four hours of working, the girl invited us to watch her little brother play football. My brother Stephen went with to. And watching these little kids tackle each other was the funniest thing ever to Stephen and I. And watching the kids attempting to run was even funnier. After that we went to McDonald’s for supper. But yet again, I still had that depressed resting face. Next there was a balloon release in honor of Jadon Wulff. We all wore blue because it was his favorite color. Once I got out of the car, I saw my friend Levi, and I started to sob again. We were walking to the suspension bridge, and we met Sam. We each had a blue balloon in our hand. And a few minutes later everyone there released their balloons at the same time. After that, all the freshman sat in a circle and prayed. I also took big part in that myself. We were all sobbing which is completely okay in a situation like this. Levi’s Mom gave me a ride home. After that I went to bed, I was still a little sad but sort of content. Because I realized that Jadon Wulff is in heaven now and that God doesn’t want me to worry. A week later I grew acceptance that he was going to be with God for an eternity. And once I die, I will meet him

Our mom Julia had overdosed and the EMTs did everything they could but she was pronounced dead hours ago with J right beside her. Julia wasn't my biological mother but she had raised me alongside J my entire life. My dad had been with her for a while back when I was younger and she even used to say that he was like the Kurt Cobain to her Courtney Love, he hadn't died or anything but after getting too comfortable he ran off and dumped me onto Julia like some hand me down.

I walk to the bathroom. The mirror is smashed in several places but I can make out my image through the small pieces that are still enact. My cheeks bones come out in sharp directions and my eyes have black circles around them. My eyes fall into hollow holes on my face. I look loney. I tie my hair back and everything is pulled back. I look tough and my face is serious. The last memory that I have of anyone is my father telling me to smile. His face full of wrinkles and his smile seemed force, but his words were meaningful. I remember smiling for him and feeling gulity for lying to him. Not through words but through the smile. I think in the end, he knew I only smiled for him and he understood my pain. That's why when the gun came up and he told me to leave the room and to never open the door again, I

I am walking down to see my father. I get downstairs and as I get closer to him I fall. I can’t breath my tongue just swell up. I hear my fathers attendant say “he is possessed and must be taken to the temple.” I blackout. I wake up and a priest is staring at me.

At the age of twelve my life was going pretty fantastic. I had an awesome job, a loving family, and a great group of friends. After an extremely long shift at the dinky baseball park snack shack, I went to watch one of my best friends, Robbie, play in his baseball game. When I sat down to watch I began feeling extremely sick to my stomach, with such intense pain that made moving difficult. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, so I sat on the cold metal bleachers and finished watching the game. After the baseball game had finally ended my mom came to pick me up. When she saw me the first thing she said was, “Wow, Kort, are you okay?” I kind of lied to her and said, “Yeah, just a little sick to my stomach is all.” My mom and I continued our fifteen minute journey back home, and I knew that she could tell something was obviously wrong with me.

Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

I wake up in a dark room full of broken pieces of wooden furniture and velvet cushions. I realize I have forgotten most of my memory. I think to myself what truths I know. My name is Rose. I am nine years old. My mother died In a car crash. I live with my dad and my brother. I try to recall my brother’s name. Johnathan? Jim? James? But I can’t seem to remember. I try to see if there is an exit to this dark room, but I cannot locate a door. I here a groan in the distance, I consider shouting for help but I decide against it. I look at the destroyed furniture and notice that there is a single, unbroken chair in the heap of debris. As soon as I glance at it, I feel the sudden, crazy urge to sit in it, so I slowly walk over to the chair. As I get closer to the chair, I notice that a message is carved into it, and the letters glow red. Et occious est. At first it confuses me, but the the meaning hits me. I was murders. A scream builds up in my lungs and I let it loose, shrieking as loud as I can. A voice rings inside of my head. Hello young one. I slammed into the walls by an unknown force. I try to scream, but black smoke enters my lungs, filling them, trying to make the burst. I feel my body start to shut down as I begin to slip into unconsciousness. I try to scream again, but instead the noise that came out of my mouth was crazed, insane laughter, and with each

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

A few years later my father and his friend have planned to go to Indiana to ride together, on a proper racing track. It is a few days after they left, I am walking home from school up to my front door. I look through the window to see someone I haven’t seen in a while. Debbie my Godmother. I was very surprised because my mother is always still at work when I get home. So I say hello, she tells me how tall I have gotten, and asks me how school is going. I answer to her, and then am pulled

I try opening my eyes, but a sharp pain from my leg springs up my body and I crunch my face in pain. “What the hell Sadie. You know of all people, you’re not allowed to go out alone.” I’m lying on a metal table with a small comforter and can feel the heat from a window behind me. I can feel something being tied to