Personal Narrative-Scanning

The doctors did neurological exams on Esther. My oldest brother and I interrogated them until they admitted they were driving Esther to Children’s Hospital for thorough exams because the doctors did not know what was preventing her development. During the process, my parents were secretive about the content and suspicions of the medical experts. One day they came back from the hospital with tears streaming down their eyes. My brother and I looked at them and they gazed back and that was it for that day. The following day, my dad could not contain himself no more and he told us that my perfect and beautiful sister was diagnosed with mild retardation and severe

After that night, I felt like I was going to throw up for weeks. The way police officers treated her disgusted me. I wished I could have protected her. All I could do was hold her hands when she had flashbacks because, in reality, I was a thirteen-year-old girl. I couldn’t fix her or kill the man that did it. So, I wrote about a world where I stitched my sister back together with old thread. With

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

My aunt grabbed my mother’s hands preventing her from getting to the steering wheel. When we made it to the entrance she tried to choke my dad from behind, I saw my father’s face turn red. We begged her to release to him, my mother eventually let go, with us pulling her back. My father was scared to death , he got off the car quickly so my mother wouldn’t be able to choke him. We protested her to get out of the car she started pulling my aunts hair, my aunts face turned even more red than my father. All hear is my crying and everyone else’s, while my brother ran inside the hospital telling them to help us outside with my mother. As my mother got out of the car, she took off her shoe and started hitting my dad, a innocent person who never gave up on her. I quickly grabbed her from behind so she could stop hitting my dad, I don’t know where my strength came from. A few moments nurse came outside saw what was happening, my mother hitting my father with a shoe and yelling. Then you see her talking in the walkie-talkie, as she talked in the walkie-talkie she said the dreadful words I despised the most “code gray”. Soon later you see all these security guards coming outside with a wheelchair, they tried to

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

I am going to sleep in my own bed in my home; as I sleep, a familiar scent slowly starts to fill the air. I wake up in a cold sweat; I know he is there, in my house. I don’t open my eyes because I don’t want to know how close he is, but I can tell he is still in the hallway; the scent is not strong enough yet. I listen with all my might, hoping I can hear the carpet moving under his feet or maybe I will hear his breath first. The carpet gives it away, he is entering my room; I can feel him standing over me for what feels like a lifetime. I’m so careful not to change the pattern of my breathing for fear he will know I’m awake. He turns and walks out. Now I’m listening even harder, and my heart sinks when I hear it. My mother’s gasping breaths, I know he has her by the throat. What do I do? I’m only fourteen, by no means large enough or strong enough to stand up to him, so I stay and pray he won’t hit her again. Then the shouting starts. He accuses her of running around on him, with her boss, the neighbor, and every other male she has come in contact with. He screams at her to take off her clothes, he wants to see her

At that moment I realized that I hurt her. She was hoping this one time I would follow the rules. She stood up for me, told my dad that I was responsible enough now to have the house to myself and I stabbed her in the back. She tried to talk but she could not get the words out. The only words I heard come from her mouth was, “I'm disappointed in you son.”. I heard it clearly, it was sharp like the tip of a fine knife. I wanted to kill myself.

She then made me get in the car and said I was going to my dad’s, I was relieved. I was terrified of her so I sat in the back seat, during the car ride she continued to yell and scream and reached around several times to punch me again. Finally I had enough, I stopped her fist from hitting me again. This made her furious, the fact that I fought back. It was two in the morning, she put the child locks on the car so I couldn't escape and drove into an empty, dark parking lot behind some old building, she started screaming that she was going to kill me, I was scared for my life. She parked the car and punched me again and again, choked me, slammed my head against the seat, pulled my hair and scratched me. I was no match for her but I fought back the best I could, I started to fade away, started to see black as I struggled to breathe, I gave up, I stopped trying to get her off of me. She then got back into the driver's seat, I just laid there, paralyzed in terror. She ends up taking me back to her house, she knows if anyone sees how badly i'm beat she can get in trouble, she forces me to get out of the

I’m not sure why she enjoyed it, it smelled horrendous and tasted even worse. Dad took off to Lasquiti, found a girlfriend, and, tried to find himself. When Mother heard, she went ballistic, blaming me. She screamed, she burned things, she threw things. She threw me. It wasn’t the first time she had hit me, and It didn’t surprise me in the least—but it grew more frequent, and more damaging with every new day. The physical abuse became daily, but not my biggest worry. I had a family to take care of, which sounds insane since I was what, seven? But when your Mother is a raging alcoholic and drug addict what else are you going to do—hope everyone feeds themselves? Not a chance. Mother became a roommate; and I became the

My family and I begun to see my mother less. Moreover, she was doing several tasks at once she had enrolled in a CNA course, classes at community college, begun renting several cars, and surrounding herself with toxic people. At this point, I hadn’t seen her for a few months and whenever I would try to visit her in Nashua, she wasn’t home or she wouldn’t let me in. In 2011, she purchased a home in Williamsburg, Virginia. For months I had absolutely no idea where she was or what she was doing. From 2011- 2014 I probably saw my mother about four times maximum. Those were crucial times where I was starting college and growing up that I didn’t have a mother around. Thankfully, my sister who is five and a half years older than me took on the role of checking up on me, spoiling me with Christmas presents, and always offering me to come over her apartment. In 2012, we received a phone call

In high school, our class took a trip to see the inside of a Camp, and every now and then, I have very vivid nightmares about it. The Prisoners wore ragged clothing, and they looked like they hadn't taken a shower in weeks. The labor was very intensive. Many of them were carrying heavy boxes up several flights of stairs and dozens were operating machinery without any breaks. I remember one man who asked a guard if he could have a drink of water, and he was immediately greeted by a whip. He screamed in agonizing pain, and there was blood seeping from the pores of his arm and back. His eyes quickly pooled with tears, and our eyes met for one brief second. One second was all I needed to see not only the physical pain behind his expression, but

If you are anything like most people I meet every day, you too are worried about the North Korean situation, the plummeting dollar, the suicide bombings, the mass murders the natural disasters and so on and so forth.

The above caller requested police to his house because the neighbor is playing loud music. Police arrived on scene and the caller stated this is an on going issue. I am familiar with the neighbors and the ongoing issues. The caller generally says he does not want to testify. I informed Schlemmer I would file a citation on the homeowner.

I could smell alcohol on his breath as he got closer. He took his fist and punch me in my chest, causing me to stumble out into the hallway. He tried closing the door. In retaliation, I was throwing punches at him and yelling. "Don't you ever put your hands on me again" I screamed as I was throwing punches through the crack of the door. He was trying to shut it, but then it went flying open. All of a sudden I felt his hands wrapped around my neck. My feet were lifted off the floor. I tried kicking him so that he would release me. He broke through my door and had me on my bed, choking me. My mom must've heard what was going on so she came out into the hallway from the bathroom. She seen that my dad had me on the bed, choking me. She began beating on his back and was screaming at him. I couldn't breathe. Then my brother came rushing in. He grabbed my dad and body slammed him to the floor, and started hitting dad. I don't know where he got the strength from since he's only about 160 pounds and my dad is about twice his weight. I could finally breathe again! My mom pulled Cam off of dad and Cam tried going to the kitchen, but Mom grabbed him and forced him into my room with me while dad stormed out the house. "I was going to kill him Jay" Cam said as he sat beside me on my bed. I was crying while trying to catch my breath. My brother called the police after mom asked him to. She went to go look for dad. After a

However, that tranquility would soon be disrupted both physically and mentally. My friend and her family knocked on the apartment door and I led her to my room so we could hang out there. Natalie, my older sister, sat with her on my bed and we started to talk. Suddenly, my sister opened my clothes drawer and started throwing my clothes around the room because she was bored and it seemed like fun to her. My friend got caught up in the excitement and started to throw clothes as well. This was the last straw. I was done with the constant bullying and put downs. I waited until my friends had left and I started crying to my mom about how my sister had been bullying me for a long time. She called my sister into the room and asked why she would do this to me. My sister replied in a level voice that she didn’t like me and went on for a bit explaining why. However I stopped paying attention after hearing that first part. This broke me inside and I felt betrayed. I wondered why someone who was family and should have been someone I could trust would bully me, her own sister. I was full of hope because I knew that the end was in sight and even though the reason was horrible, I now knew why she did what she did. You should always ask for the truth no matter how hurtful it may be because it can help you on your road to