The Death Of The Dark

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

“Yeah, but you need to make sure that you’re ready no matter what,” Kara replied.

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

My mom walked in my room to wake me up. She shook and shook me trying to wake me up. I didn't want to wake up Because I was very tired.

“Alright. I’ll call the airlines,” Painted Girl grabbed her phone. “Do you want to go before dinner or after?”

“Can you go with us tonight?” Nicole asked. “The kids are asleep, and we’ll be home before their parents get back.”

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

“Alright, go ahead, but make sure to take your sister and don’t be late” she sighed as if I had worn her down but I could sense she was relieved.

The characteristics of the poetic mode that are presented in the documentary Lessons of Darkness directed by Werner Herzog are: poetic fragmentation, non-specific characters, and knowledge comes from feeling. Throughout the whole film there are long takes of landscapes, bodies of water, burning fires, and firefighters putting out fires. All the shots are just a series of fragments used to represent the Gulf War aftermath. The fragments are “breaking up space and time into multiple perspectives, denying coherence…” (Nichols 165), which result in ambiguity.

Mom went over first, thanking God that my father had the forethought to create an emergency fund we could use to buy last minute tickets. Dad and I didn’t plan to go until Saturday, when the news of grandma passing pushing us to go and support mom. In truth, I felt almost indifferent to my grandma’s death; which might seem shallow, but I never knew got the opportunity to know her. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease before I was born, and when she first met me, she was in a stage with sudden mood swings. My mother tells me that she went from calmly talking to my Aunt to angrily grabbing my baby carrier from my mom and trying to walk out the front door while mom and Aunt Mary tried desperately to calm her down. I never knew my grandmother when she would be able to remember my name and not mistake

In was about seven in the morning when my parents came rushing into my room to wake me up. As I tried to open my eyes, I see all the happy faces and they told me to hurry and get ready because we are going on a trip. I asked them where we were going but they kept it a secret. I jumped out of my bed and got ready as fast as I could. Rushing into the car to leave, I felt anxious for someone reason, I really wanted to know where we were going. My parents told me it’s going to be an hour drive so I took a nap in the car since I was a little tired for waking up early.

The phone rang again. Hoping for good news, yet again I was disappointed. It was my mom; she said she was following our pastor to my grandmother’s house. She said, “We are going to tell Grandma he’s gone”. I knew this would be one of the hardest things to do; it was her birthday after all. The three of us jumped in the car. We drove up to Grandma’s house. I remember Tosha running into the house and falling into her arms. Everyone tried to pull themselves together, but how could this be? This had never happened to us before. The wheel was broken.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

Darkness… I’ve been living in darkness for who knows how long. Cold… is the only temperature I know. Silence… silence is all I can hear. Darkness, cold, and silence are the only things I’ve known for years. I remember when the guards came to my house. They were going to take my mother, but I volunteered to take her place because my mother has raised my the best she can. She worked extra hours just so I could eat. She sacraficed so much for me her only child. We used to have plenty until my father died from a terrible fever. When he passed away my mother had to start working. I helped earn some money too… I delivered the newspaper to those in the town and used the money I earned to buy things for my mother like a flower or a cup of sugar or flour. But, that was the past now i have no life. I just have to sit in a dark, cold, silent room all day everyday and all night every night. Just then my prison cell door opened. Light I could see light. Turns out I didn’t go blind after all. In the doorway stood a guard. I shuddered with fear. Ever since the guards took me they’ve frightened me.