I felt like no one will help me; I felt pain, suffering, and stress inside me. I knew that everything that happened to me and it will stop sooner or later. I felt that now I could see the light reaching for my hands. I felt that someone has finally helped me to wash away the suffering I 've been through. Pray and continued praying until this war against me and the devil is over, forever more. I believe in every problem there 's always a way. This loud voice is screaming in my head. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?". She asked me with that soothing voice in hers. I haven 't heard that soft voice in my entire life since my suffering and depression. As she kept opened her mouth with that welcoming voice, she tried to make me feel …show more content…
My heart was pumping so fast that everything slowing down around me, just like when I was watching a superhero movie that has the power to run fast which everything around him slows down. This guy apparently called as "TheBigBos" with one 's ' and I didn 't know why he names himself that but I don 't really care. Then with his tough boy 's posture and stared at me like a devil telling me. "You are one depressing human that failed the one you called 'God ' and failed your family". But I know I 've got to fight them. Fight for my own life. I would have guessed what happened next, they must have something to be concerned. I knew this would have happened to me just like one new student living a happy life, then some random tough boys try to pick the weak boys. Made me think of typical American high school movies, so then he said with his terrifying voice. "Who the hell you think you are, you think that you are a cool guy and famous like me, you not trying to be popular, aren 't you? Because otherwise, you 're dead meat". Like he said I surely knew that I got myself in a big trouble. From this point everything I do is different and everyone I knew is gone. Someone warned me that I 've got to be careful with him because he is like a god in this school, no one stopped him not even the school dean could do anything about it. Even after the end of the school he would be still watching behind me, I was scared to death. As I walked
My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us
The ache in my chest was building, and I felt all of the darkness inside of me build. The pressure was only intensifying and I knew that I had to do something, and quick.
I could feel my body temperature rising, my hands perspiring, my breathing become more rapid, and my eyes starting to feel heavy. My mind raced evaluating every sound, laugh, and conversation. I tried to act normal do what the voice made me think I should do, but there I was 11 years old sitting alone crying, trying to make it all stop.
Heart beating fast, breathing hard, running for my life. Was this the end? Was my life near its deadline? I was in mid thought before it had struck me.
I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from
Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
I felt my throat start to burn, my eyes were stinging, my head was pounding and my ears were ringing. Everything hurt, and the more I tried not to scream the more I found myself wanting to. Before long, I heard myself screaming. As much as I tried not to, I did. It felt as if knives were being flung down my throat, slicing at my vocal chords with a deadly
Before I was born, my parents went to Bryce Canyon on a vacation. They decided that they really liked the name Bryce. And so, on September 3rd, 2002, Ryan and I were born in the Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. My parents had only wanted three kids, but they ended up with five. First, they had one kid, my sister Sierra, who is now 17 years old, and almost 18. Then my parents wanted another kid, and ended up with twins, my brother Nate and my other sister Autumn. My mom and dad decided that they could handle one more kid, but they got another set of twins, my brother Ryan and me. And so, Sierra, Autumn, Nate, Ryan, and I made up the 5 chaotic kids in the Brown family. My parents named me after Bryce
Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.
Organize my food by shopping time. Using one of the shelfs for each grocery-shopping period.
I feel as if it has been days but I know it has only been a few minutes. At moments like this I like to daydream. I've been doing a lot of that lately. My mom says daydreaming is just a way to distract you from reality or “the real world.” My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the yelling of what appeared to be a masculine voice. I didn't know what they were screaming but I knew that it couldn't be something good. Moments later I felt a rough jerk causing me to fly forward. I couldn't keep track of what was going on because everything was happening so fast. I felt a sharp pain in my head. My vision began to get dark. Darker and darker.. Soon it was all black and my body was numb.
In my Life, I have had many experiences that have shaped me into the person that I am Today. One experience being when I was able to volunteer at the Booker T. Washington Nursing Home with the Hopewell Baptist Church Sisterhood Ministry that is based in Shreveport. Our objective was to keep the Elderly patients company and we decided entertain them by engaging in Bingo and giving them gifts in the forms of cookies, snack cakes, and toiletry items. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t know what to expect upon my arrival at the nursing home.
My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and
One day after baseball practice me and a couple of friends were messing around, messing around as in: throwing balls around, swinging our bats, throwing are gloves at each other and what not. Just doing things teenagers would do. And then one of my friends from the team was walking over, minding his own business and trying to get through all of us and to his truck, then out of nowhere a bat someone swung came in from out of nowhere and then BAM! It hit my friend right in the mouth!
I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.