Personal Narrative-Tale House

“We aren’t doing so good man, we miss Veronica so much. I blame myself for her death,” I say to the guys.

Unsure of what to say, he leads her to the seating area by the hand, and together they devour all the food they brought up. But he has one more surprise up his sleeve for

"That wasn't entirely bad, now was it, Ren?" he asked with a warm, calming tone.

“Well you had this look of depression the whole time we were walking. Just a moment ago you let out a sigh. Is there anything you need to tell us? You know that me, Will, and Anna all care about you.”

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

Carol: (Supporting Grace’s prior statement) Besides, you said it would be alright for us to wait out the storm as long as we were good, and we haven’t done anything wrong? (Both girls looking rather confused with the way they are being treated. They had both been so accustomed to cordelia’s friendly side, and have only been witnesses to her alter ego.)

"You can't keep holding on to stuff like this, James." Natasha sighed, slipping a delicate hand through her hair. "It's not healthy."

Elliot smiles at them. "What's wrong with you two? You look as though you have seen a ghost." He chuckles.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

“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 don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.

“See, you’re fine.” Milo said, smiling wide. Karmen’s eyebrows and shoulders relaxed at the sight of the other girl’s smile. Karmen noted the krinkles the other girl gets around her eyes when she smiles.

My mind fogs up as I try to recall my doctor’s reassuring words. Memories begin to blur and blend in with each other as I try to reach out in this fog of darkness, attempting to grasp what is authentic and what is not. I need to reorganize and record my thoughts somewhere objective, somewhere I know is secure and wouldn’t be altered in any shape or form. I pick up a pencil that is placed in front of me and gradually begin to scrawl out my thoughts on a scrap piece of paper. As I progressively document every bit of detail of my memories, I begin to notice a faint murmur behind the frigid, white wall adjacent to me. I shrug it off and blindly assume that it is just my neighbours conversing with each other. Time

He’s standing there with a silence that is so unfamiliar, I am drawn to break it, but it just sits. The night is dark, the air is crisp and he leads me to a bench like the many benches we use to find comfort in.