Personal Narrative-My Ackerman 3 Place

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

"Scarlett, he will be back. As will the others. Right now, we have the living to care for. We must save them first." It was as if my thoughts had been heard.

Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

My trembling hands grace the alien piano keys, and I feel their coolness melt into my fingertips. Slowly, I feel myself playing my warm-up scale and listen as the gentle pressing of the keys emits clear tones that cut through the silence of the performance room. My hands, which seem now to have a mind of their own, descend the scale,and I sense my racing heart calm. I’ve played this song over and over again for months. . . I can do this. My lungs fill up with the air of a deep breath and I place both hands on my lap, patiently waiting for the judge’s voice to instruct me to begin.

The rest of the ride was smooth and silent, at least on the outside; inside of me I felt like a soda bottle someone had shaken up long enough till it was about to explode. All the resentment I had felt for Patty had came up again on the one hour drive. I couldn’t believe her! She should’ve told me it was a dine and dash. Here I was, driving around, sticking my neck out so she can have her night of fun, and she doesn’t even bother to tell me what we’re doing.

Mama shoved me under Daddy's church desk, and laid on top of me with her hand over my mouth. I broke free long enough to say, "Daddy's flying away, Mama."

I must have drifted into a restless slumber at some point during the night because I was awoken by Isaiah shaking me. The sun was out and birds were chirping. It was peaceful. One could almost relax. I sat up off of the hard ground. After having fought over who would sleep on the bedroll, he wanting me to and I, vice versa, neither one of us slept on it. I didn’t have nearly enough provisions to last both of us. I pulled out a piece of meat and some bread and handed it to him. He took it gratefully. I found that I did not have any appetite.

I while later I come around the final turn that lead to the pack Hospital, it's past dusk now. The hospital itself looks like regular ol' human hospital, they've even got ambulances, but there ambulances are way more heavy duty then the regular ones, which is understandable. I look down at my mate, he slowly opens his honey collard eyes, As he does, slightly whimpers. "Hey. Wake up babe we're here" say softly.

I guess it was about four years that had passed since I had moved away from Stuytown and my friends and acquaintances, when I came for one of my visits. I would visit with mommom and gramps which basically meant I slept in their apartment, ate their food and shat in their toilet. Then the rest of the day I would hang with Kevin and/or Jimmy and maybe stop in on Paul, run across Jimmy, shoot a few hoops with Chris, and perhaps an emergency– shat in one of their bowls.

You stared at the solitary suitcase in front of you and sighed. Traveling across the country meant leaving most of your belongings behind, so you were left with your old, ratty suitcase and a backpack crammed with all you could fit. You were currently sitting under the shelter of the bus stop, staring at the sky with your hand on the umbrella in your backpack. The sky was getting dark, and it looked like rain was fast approaching. All you could do was hope that you would be on the bus and on your way before it began. You were traveling to find a better place to live and work. Although you’d had the idea for almost a year, you made the final decision only a few months ago, meaning that a relatively small amount of thought was put into where

For eight years, my husband and I had built our life together, adding in children, buying homes, changing jobs, and moving across the country. Our marriage had been built off of a great friendship, and our love had always been strong, full of sacrifices for one another, great laughs, and plenty of grace. But all of that did not stop the question from escaping my lips that morning, “Are we going to make it?”

I opened the door and a new squeak met my ears. Silence enveloped me. Not one person was there. My shoes sounded as I walked down the long aisle. I had forgotten how long it had been since I came. A chalky blanket covered the decrepit objects. Slowly my feet moved forward to the bookcases. It was just like I remember only covered with the gray dust that was fought so viciously before. I was enveloped by the memories and by the books. I touched everything I could put my hand on and walked around for hours in the solitude, absorbed in the creaky wood, dusty smell and painful memories.