The Life Of My Life

Two days later I awok in pain. And saw my mom crying. I could not do anything as the life drained out of me the last thing I saw was my mom looking at me and saying, “I love you, remember that” Then everything went dark and next thing I knew all I saw was a dark mist swirling around me as my tan skin

I remember laying in a pool of blood seconds after a truck hit me when I was driving to my house. Cold… I never felt so cold and numb in my life as the life I had left was slowly draining away. My vision began fading, as all the colors of the beautiful world I once saw slowly faded to monochrome. Strangely, I thought I was dead, yet time seemed as it had just stopped. No… it did. Suddenly, right in front of me, a red abyss appeared and a pale white woman in white stepped out. A static-like noise became more prominent in my head, however it was feint. At distance she looked lovely at glance, then I realized something...she was faceless and transparent. There was nothing to describe the feeling I had, it was absolutely pure terror.

I used to complain about the way my life was. I would whine and cry, but I never did anything more than that. Until the day I realized I didn't want to live that way anymore, then everything changed. You see my life wasn't perfect, it isn't perfect, and will never be perfect. There was a point in my life when I felt like it had to be perfect because unfortunately I was cursed as a perfectionist. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted things to work exactly the way I wanted, but then one day I woke up. I realized that's not how the world works and I was going to have to get used to it. It was very complicated at first but in a way, I was able to get used to it. Of course, I still get, obsessive over things but I have found ways to overcome that.

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses until I was seventeen. The doctors still couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom so they sent us home and told us that eventually my mom would die. I've been my mom's personal assistant and nurse know for over a year and I knew what needed to happen. I decided for my mom’s sake and mine to move to Ccleveland, Ohio and leave our little city in India behind in hopes to find out what's wrong with my mom. I wish my life was easier.. I wish I had a more normal life but no I’m lLike a nurse that doesn't get paid. I wish I had more freedom.

The sun glistened in my eye as I was staring out the window, hoping this day would be over. I was at a new school in a new state hours from where I used to live, and anxiety was really getting to me. The butterflies in my stomach would never go away just like your parents nagging you to clean your room.

It all started on December 6th, 2002. Nicholas Andrew Hulbert was born at 12:53AM at the St Providence Hospital. I was born into a world full of unknowns. “Let’s name him Nicholas, since today is Saint Nicholas day!”. My father yelped as my mother was holding me in the blue baby cloud blanket that I was wrapped in. Although I do not remember anything about my life before the age of 6, memories show that I had done a lot in that short span of my lifetime. When I was 3 my father Eric traveled a lot, he ran his business and had to go on a lot of business trips. My dad was a scrawny guy, but he definitely had a dad belly from all the beer and wine he drank. My mother was not the same as she is now. She definitely was a lot more healthy and fit. She went out with friends often and actually had a steady job. She had long brown luscious hair Occasionally, my mother would take off work and then we’d get to go with my father on his business trips. It wasn’t very often but those were the good days, when my parents were together happily without family drama or issues and maybe the fact that they were actually together. I wonder what it would be like now if they were still together. But aside from that, when I was 4 according to my parents I was silent, and I barely did anything. I was just your average baby with soft skin and a big ass.Then around the age of 5 I started talking again and was back to normal. Not much happened in the time that I was 5, just a regular life no fun

The mudded earth grasps at my martial boots. Perspiration seeps from my grimy pores. The humid air slithers across my skin. My palpitating heart aches from the adrenaline. Our offense under the shadow of the night we made has been counteracted.

Flora pushed the top of the case open and hopped down to the floor. She was the new instrument in the room and was eager to see what child would be learning to play her. Looking at the clock above the door, she saw that it was time for band class to begin. Knowing she couldn’t be out of her case when they showed up, she quickly jumped back into the case and closed the lid without latching it. She shouldn’t have gotten out in the first place, but she was way too eager to be cooped up in the tiny thing.

As layla paced back and forth along the sea shore she became deeper in thought how could someone that vowed to love and protect me hurt me? She didn’t quit understand it back then but, she does now.

I allow him to lead me into the room. Two lit floor lamps, similar to the ones in the foyer, reside in the back corners of the room. Two sofas, made from dark wood and dressed in fine cream fabric, lay cornered to one and other. One between the two cream shaded lamps, the other, opposite the fireplace. A low, dark wood bookcase sits under the window with more photo frames along its top. Books line each of the shelves. Angelo doesn’t seem the type to read books, but I can tell from the spines that each book has spent quality time with someone. The warm glow of the fireplace draws my attention, inviting me to sit beside it. The cream, marble mantelpiece has grey lines winding through it like lines on a road map. A large, golden framed

I don’t remember being created, but I suppose that no one really does. I do remember moving to where I currently live though. I remember his hands gripping my frame, and the look on his face. His smile was spread wide from the cheek to cheek, revealing a set of teeth that was no longer whole. The sun shone orange off of the whites of his eyes and revealed little specks of green and gold where they otherwise looked like mud. He talked, but he wasn’t talking to me. I suppose that creators rarely speak directly to what they created. “Maybe I’ll actually be able to sell this one. I really think I might be able to.” He took a few steps backward across the hard wooden floor before placing his hands, his thin fingers, in contorted forms against

The running shower ended. Three minutes later the bathroom room door opened and the informant named D exited. He quickly dried off and shot the towel into the dirty clothes basket. Swish! He pimp walked over to the dresser and removed a pair of boxers, T-shirt, and socks. Throwing them all on the bed, one by one.

Someone had to build this place. They planned the construction somewhere in the middle of Indiana. A county clerk stamped a piece of paper, a contractor got hired at a reasonable rate, a date was decided. The date was moved, negotiated, moved again. This is how it works. When the weather was right and the union was satisfied, they could pour the concrete into the foundation, put iron bars up, and fill it with people. Only then was it finished.

It had been 41 hours since I’d last seen Finch, my older brother. In a family of 4, three of said amount remain absent from home. I’m usually home alone during the day, which realistically doesn’t bother me. What does bother me is when Finch doesn’t show up to say goodbye or hello. I wake up and he’s not there, I go to sleep and he still is gone.

Seeing if the number wasn’t fake was to true, so I didn’t reply back. And so I waited. For many hours later, I thought of the description she told me about yesterday night at the Festival. About how she was the daughter of a man that held a high rank in military forces. At first, I was shocked for who she was. And second I didn’t see this coming. But I was happy to hear that she was telling me this, for who and what she was. As for me I was on the down side, like I was in school and has many friends, so fore. But I never told about my true self. My phone rang and it was her, she reply back in pretty sparkly stars with a glittered text saying “Hey!, __!“ “I had a great night!” :) “And how are you doing?” “And Do you want to hangout?” My