Summary Of ' His Final Lullaby '

The following book is going to take you through the many aspects that I dealt with after my younger brothers suicide.

On Wednesday, November 26, 2014, I was coming out of a very hectic day at work, when I received the news that had me breaking down in tears. “Odette your mother is in the emergency room.” I could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth in that instinct. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind. “Why, my mom?” I kept on asking myself, but I knew that I could not show my depression to my two younger siblings. The reason for that was that I did not want to scare them nor make them feel the horrible feeling that I was feeling inside. Even though I appeared to look fine in the outside, my precious soul was dying in sorrows in the inside. The scariest thought of knowing your mother is in danger and that you cannot do anything to save her is very traumatizing. I honestly felt like my hands were tied behind my back while I saw her drowning in pain.

My mother’s words rang true in my life as I encountered hard times as an adolescence. Last year, I attempted suicide because I thought dying could end my sorrows and heartaches. Depression took a toll on me and the agony became intolerable at times. Even at my lowest, my mother forced me to give, since to her giving will always bring joy, love, and happiness. I resented my mother, as I never understood why she forced me to give when all I had was desperation and woe. I didn’t listen to her, instead, I forced my woes and depression onto the arms of other loved ones. I burdened my friends with my depression, however they never stopped listening to my rants and never gave up on me. I am grateful for my friends who cared enough to listen to me and to console me. I know my friends stood by me, because at their lowest I gave them my time and shoulder to cry on. Despite the feeling that I had nothing left in life during my depression, I still managed to live on. My mother doesn’t know it, but her words had saved my life.

When he was able to talk he said to me “I’m sorry that you have to see me this way, I’m supposed to be the big strong brother.” That broke my heart and I just didn’t want to lose my brother, we’re just so close. Over the last week of summer I sat in his hospital room with him from 7 in the morning until 6 in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be anywhere but with him.

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

I tumble down the stairs shrieking when I hit each step. The stairs are a spiraled staircase so my head was hitting the metal rails as well. I finally reached the bottom. When I woke up I saw nobody, I couldn’t even see. I started freaking out. Then I felt a little pinching sensation at my calf then suddenly I fell back asleep. I woke up to hear that my wife had a baby.

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

As he stomped down the hall dressed in all black, I timidly stepped to the other side of the hallway with my head down avoiding any type of interaction. When the sounds of boots and chains faded away, I was overwhelmed with relief. Nothing had calmed me more than this instant; nothing had been more soothing than the sound of pure nothingness. The fear that came over me was like being trapped in a small room with no way out. I felt helpless, defenseless, like something was going to happen to me in that hallway with the boy dressed in black.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

After doing my research I could finally see how my family were trying to cope with our family’s loss. My sister’s signs were mostly withdrawl. She would into her world of music or go walking by herself to help ease the pain of her grief. With my mother, grandmother, uncle, and aunts, they were having isolated mental breakdowns where no one could see them, turnings towards cigarettes and alcohol, or bottling up their emotions inside them rather than accepting the reality and seeking help. All of this was due to to my grandfather’s death. He was a huge part in all of our lives and he seem to touch everyone of family member somehow and someway. My grandfather was seen by my family’s household daily but realizing that we won’t see him anymore was taking its toll on

He's been very depressed lately and has had suicidal thoughts. I would never want my brother to feel this way. His situation made me also because me and my brother have a bond that can’t be broken. He recently moved back in with us to start a new life, but it wasn’t going so well. One day my brother didn't come home and I just thought he was out with some awful, no-good friends. Then he hadn't been home for three days straight and

He had been walking somewhere on a road, in between buildings, he doesn’t know how long it’s been how long he has been walking. Night hauntingly shrouds his surroundings with darkness; the artificial lights seem so damn weak. They seem to only produce enough light to brighten a large moving box. The darkness stares him down, the cold presses against the bare skin of his arms. A hand squeezes his right shoulder he can feel the warmth through his shirt.

Remy Star is a bright young lady on her way to college with a very bright future ahead of her, but when things don’t go her way and she finds herself falling in love with some she said she would never even take a second glance at, that’s when she realized she’s changed, and all she can think is it for the better? Having to do all of the dirty work, and deserve no credit isn’t something that Remy Starr liked to do. Remy, the protagonist of “This Lullaby” by Sarah Dessen and I are alike in many ways. We both share the same view of the world, are viewed by the world in similar ways and I would respond in a comparable way to the central conflict of the novel. Therefore, I believe given the chance, we could be friends.

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

“She was an old woman now, her life had become memories” (Silko). Lullaby is a tragic story telling about the hardships endured by Native Americans, told by the author Leslie Marmon Silko. The story is based on the life of a Native American woman named Ayah. Ayah is harshly affected by a hard time in the history of the Native American people. Ayah experienced so much tragedy that her life seemed purposeless. With the best of life behind her, Ayah’s best moments are in the past rather than present. Ayah lost so much in her lifetime and has many memories of her children and her people. The woman has her children stripped from her by the hands of Americans who are attempting to do away with the native people. Everything that Ayah knows is abruptly taken from her. American agents take her children away by contract. She also loses her son, Jimmie, who died while serving the U.S. military in a helicopter crash. In addition to all of this tragedy, Native Americans were suffering at the hands of the white people who were causing sickness, death, and dependence on other people (Silko). This story takes place in 19th century New Mexico on rocky terrain, which is crucial in the story. The natives are left destitute by the Americans who caused so much loss within their family, culture, and independence. They have had to give up everything they have ever known and their lifestyle was destroyed. Throughout the story told by Silko, the audience is reminded just how valuable life is and