I had to do what I had to. I stood over his butchered body waiting patiently for him to take his last breath. When he did, my body involuntarily fell to the ground. The hammer I used as my weapon of choice, the closet thing I could grab after freeing myself from the cage that held me captive since my abduction, hit the ground in unison with my exhausted body. I removed my blindfold, whipped his blood and flesh from my forehead and stood over the lifeless man who stole my most precious gift repeatedly. I never actually saw how he look because of the blindfold he kept on my eyes. I’d see a silhouette of a man about five feet tall often use the phone. He only spoke in Russian so I never knew what he was talking about. I never touched him because my hands were always tied with twine so tight it left permanent marks on my wrist.
Have you ever felt guilty after something bad happened to you & your family? I know I have. Everyone’s life is impacted by something that has happened to them. Birth. Death. Accident. Each one of these can affect someone's life drastically. One day my life was changed in just a couple seconds. My family and I got into a bad car accident. A decision I made that day caused it to happen.
When something happens in your life when least expected, it is not always a good thing. Three years ago I didn’t think my life could be turned upside down, but it did. I and my husband started fighting a lot, and couple months later, we lost our house, and life started going downhill from there. As soon as I thought everything was getting better, it just got three times worse. This year, I told myself I was going to make it better for my family, but then I lost my kids to CPS.
When I was a kid in Lakewood Washington I had always loved Halloween and going trick or treating. I was going to be a ghoul that year and I had just gotten home from school and I said “Mom, mom where are you.” and I see Torin my little
My family felt like picking out a name for me as the first child was exciting. They had
I had been pregnant for months now and the due date was soon. Everyday I wished for just one more day, just one more day that my mother could live. I wanted, no, I needed my mother to see me with my baby girl. I needed my mother to be the amazing grandmother that she would be. I needed her to be there.
My mom and dad love to bicker about who came up with the idea to name me Miranda. My dad says when he was a teacher he had a wonderful student so he choose Miranda. While my mom following the tradition, she had a list of names that start with “M”. She suggested Molly, Marissa, and Miranda, my dad disliked Molly. I found it funny when I found out what the
My Moniker and Me My parents spent a lot of time arguing over what to name me. Their decision time was cut short when I was born over two months early, leaving them completely unprepared. As a result, I was actually nameless for the first few days of my life. My parents finally settled on Erica because it was the only name they could agree on (even if my dad calls me my sister’s name more often than my own). Despite it seeming like a rushed, last minute decision, I feel that Erica is the perfect name for me.
We all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.
She is dead. She is gone and she took everything with her. She obliterated my life. It was unexpected. There was no reason behind her death; she left me without saying goodbye. How am I meant to survive? She was everything to me, my best friend why did she leave me so suddenly? We grew up together, did everything together, we were a team but she’s gone now. I am all alone. I’ve became independent doing things by myself. I suppose that wasn’t a bad thing but it has been lonely without her.
After about fifteen minutes, which was a protocol for attempting to resolve the death rhythm; flat-line or asystole, the doctor pronounced her dead and all resuscitation measures ceased. She never had a heart rhythm on the monitor; she was flat-lined the entire time. Weeping and afraid daughters waited in the consultation room where the doctor would deliver the devastating news that their mother was dead. Myself and the nurse left in the room preparing the patient for the family. The nurse had her back to me as she wrote her notes on the counter in a hurried state trying to get back to herding her cattle. I cared for the mother, respectful and tidying the area all along thinking her daughters will have one chance to see her before the finality
Death. Okay well almost death Why did this have to happen to me today? .*Yawn*.I had finally got out of my bed.I slowly walked downstairs because I was still waking up.When I finally got downstairs into my kitchen and got myself a bowl of cerial.I did this every morning. I poured some fruit loops into a light blue bowl.I poured almond milk in to my bowl ,and brought it over to my dark green leather couch.I was setting my bowl down on one of our brown end tables ,and I noticed somthing weird.Summer is usally racing around in her wheel running like a clown was chasing you,and we can usally hear wheel squeeking.I looked down and her cage,we had a fish tank thing for her cage because she would just eat through the plastic and could patentally escape and get out of the cage I remember the pet store lady told me when I first got a pet that was actually mine and that was Summer.When you open the cage the whole cage is compleatly open.A perfect way for my mestevouse cats to get in.And when I looked down it was wide open and I jumped right to conclusen and stated that she was dead!I looked in her cage and I didn’t see her.I picked up her house and then put it back down then i started scattering the sawdust
As I cautiously opened the creaky gate, I stared around at the graveyard. The whispers of newly departed souls clung to me like a scent. The hairs on the back of my neck started to prickle. Someone, or something was watching me. Slowly turning around, I saw her. Her translucent
She follows me into the dining room, unaware of the hell on earth we're about to experience.
The story of where I got my name first starts with my mom. When my mother was in labor, she got very sick. She prayed so that I come out healthy and safe. So she named me after the Virgin Mary.