Personal Narrative: The Never End Cycle Of Violence

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

Over the years you’ll learn hatred is not born within you, but adapted. You would want to take the pressure that evolves with others, unfortunately without a doubt you are going to meet an obstacle that could potentially take you within the waves. If the obstacle were to overcome you may be broken down into depression or perhaps you won’t resist and conquer with aggression. Peace isn’t given, nor is it easily obtained. Peace still hasn’t shown its existence to the world, but it’s yet to come and show its tranquility that is beyond the capacity of our imagination. As I have fallen, failure has shown its superiority against me, despite my efforts towards the world I yet still can not find the way to build the Utopia everyone could desired and

There had been a few events throughout my lifetime when I was little and had me feeling mentally most of the time since I was young. One of those that occurred when I was living in Stockton, Gang members would come up to me and try to convince me to join their gang and stuff I didn't really know that much of gang activity back then I mean i seen some gang getting in fights or doing drive by shooting down my street I didn't really like the violence. One time I got moved to this one School I didn't really like it to be honest I kept it real with some people that was cool with me all the rest I didn't like, there was a group of kids that was in a gang that me and my boys didn't like one time I went to the bathroom and all of them came in together and jumped me… That's when I started hanging out with my boys that gang bang because I knew they were going to be the only ones to get my back for me plus they were like family to me and one time we found them hanging out so me and my boys were ready to fight them so we did, It felt good getting them back for jumping me till my boys started coming up and started bring out weapons that's when I was like thinking I should stop hanging out with them because I can see myself later on going to jail for weapons charges, Drug possession, assault and battery.

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

Sounds like a plan. Yes, this is a new homicide. Crime was committed when he was 17 and he turned 18 in May.

I used to see the world behind a lens of insecurity. When you are not comfortable in your own skin, it affects every decision you make. What changed me and saved me from this, however, was my activity in drama productions. I got a very small role in a play during my freshman year, and that prompted me to get more involved over the next few years. I got to learn from upperclassmen and got to see how everything fits into place if everyone works hard for the outcome. During my last two years at a different high school, I sought out more backstage work because the department badly needed it. All my experiences in drama productions have been positive, and all have helped me develop a healthier self image that enables me to focus my energy on other people, instead of myself.

Work place violence is very prevalent. I worked for an institute where a discharged patient gained access to the facility and brutally stabbed a technical partner in the neck, thankfully he was flown to the nearest trauma center a lived to tell his story. It was concluded that the discharged patient gained access piggybacking off of another employee swiping their badge to get into the hospital. I think we get so involved in our work day and where we need to be and what we need to do before our shift is over that we forget to pay attention to small details. The suspect managed to get out of the hospital and was found nearby off the hospital premises. I know for me working in the hospital I think of it as a place where people come for

I hate when people mess with me by irritating or annoying me. Also I hate being talked about me behind my back too. It bothers me so much that I can probably be mad, and upset for a whole day and not say anything to anybody. However, I do not do that a lot I just keep moving forward on what I have to do. I do this because I would not get myself into trouble by fighting or calling names, but instead I’ll try to be as positive as I can be.

Seven years old is too young to understand the destructive murderer that goes by the name of cancer. Eight years old is too young to understand that the dad that used to put my hair in pigtails and taught me how to tie my shoes is now dead because of cancer. Between doctor visits, hand sanitizer, shaved heads, hospital stays and a funeral; I learned what it really meant when my Mom said my Dad was sick.

“Teenagers may already know how to dial 911 it’s like we were born with it established into our minds already” said Mark, the speaker at our high school assembly. As he went on pointing out the basics; pick up the phone, hit the nine once and then the one twice and push call, if the line is busy you hang up and try again, Mark said a few things I have never been taught in my life. “Is the person you are calling for suicidal? Is the phone call for domestic violence? What if you are calling for someone you don’t know at all?” I learned when a suicidal person needs medical help you must comfort them and call 911 and keep an eye out to make sure they do not go through with their plan. When dealing with a domestic abuse situation you should always

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

June 11, 2019; a very dark Wednesday, but also Marissa Fisher’s birthday. As we paraded throughout the halls of Fyvie High School singing “Happy Birthday” to her , then all of a sudden the announcements came on, and we heard our secretary, Ms. Marinate, scream a bloodcurdling cry. She cried out and put the school on lockdown under code red. All at once, the lights in the school turned a soft, faint reddish color, so we ducked into a deserted classroom in the south wing. There we found cover from the gunshots we heard outside. It sounded as if it was coming from somewhere in the west wing.

I headed out first,swimming my way back onto land,I screamed as I felt myself get scooped out of the sea by some men and women,scared that the man in the blue car had returned. But these men and women were dressed in hazmat suits but without their helmets on. They looked over me as if they were scientists,asking me and each other several questions. I couldn't muster out any words, I was terrified, I wanted Craig to help me but I was terrified of what they would do to him. This part of the dream is very spacey and is chopped up. I hardly remember most of it. From what I can remember after they’ve finished me out of the water. They place me in this building, this building filled with children. They all looked genetically modified or something,

I knew being a Sl-- was going to be hard but I didn't know it was going to be ruthless or this hard. First you have to go threw this thing called naked weak. All the girls can tell you what to do until you die your hair red. They are so mean. Then of course the make you take a shower with dishwasher cleaner and you use the sink hose to spray your body down. All of them are so mean to me and Lips is the worse. I never get to see Violent and then I had to do pushups in front of broken glass pieces. I couldn't get past 15 LIps was mad that I couldn't so she kicked the broken glass pieces, I was able to get my arm up fast enough and I could feel the little, tiny shards of glass hit my forearm. Little dots of blood, they looked like red bubbles,

It’s all a blur really – the memories that is, some dreams and others reality. I hate that dreams seem so real, that they make everything that you truly want happen. Then, when you wake up, you still think it’s real because you felt everything in that dream and all its emotions. And in that moment, that blink of an eye you have to deal with the nagging in your brain telling you it’s not real. My memories consisted of misguided mistakes that made me who I am today. Like the day I got lost in the mall and hung out in the book store because it was quiet. And the days where my dad and me would sit in the living room and listen to music. My mom would always laugh at me and tell us how lame we were, but it was okay because we knew she was joking.