The Night - Original Writing

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

As I ran down the stairs frantically searching for my mom and dad there was a loud bang that came from outside. I saw my mom in the kitchen and told her what was happening. She was one step ahead of me. She was already packing food for the trip to grandmas house where we would take refuge for awhile. I called my best friend Skye and told her that her family was welcome to take the trip with us. Then I went upstairs

I can recall the sickening expression my dad made when my aunt informed my dad about how my mom was in a diabetic coma and how she could die or not awake. To this day, I remember the panic in my father's voice asking what happened and I knew from my dad’s worried expression, the wrinkles crinkling at the forehead, pursed lips, and eyebrows scruched, that whatever my aunt was telling my dad wasn’t good. After minutes passed by, my father was finally off the phone and for what seemed for forever my dad was just staring at me. Finally, breaking the silence my dad finally croaked out the sentence,

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

I walked downstairs to see my mom and my sister sitting at the table in silence. I slowly and awkwardly sat down.

I opened the door and saw my parents on the same place of the couch when I left. They were talking to each other then looked at me.

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

I felt someone shaking me, causing me to wake up and I looked up disappointed to see it was my dad.

On a cold, dry night, my mother softly shook my shoulders and woke me by saying,

“Em, if we get detention we can't go shopping for prom,” she informed me. I sighed, and we started walking. We went through class in silence. Soon, I was in my last class of the day, French. One of three classes I don't have with Raina.

Then I noticed a tractor outside the house. The man got out the tractor. He came towards my front door. When the man knocked on the door both of my parents answered the door

Iris sat alone in her empty apartment. Peeking down at her feet as they dangled over the edge of the pink couch, she thought back to when she and her mother had first moved here. The previous owners left their couch behind when they left. She was afraid to even stand near it for fear of what might be lurking beneath the lumpy, stained cushions. Horrifying images of sitting down and being stabbed by a syringe, or bitten by a rat, or having a giant cockroach creep up her arm flashed through Iris ' little mind whenever she layed eyes on it. But now this couch was her place now, it was where she would sit to watch movies or cuddle up when she was scared. And more and more frequently it was the place where she slept.

Then, out of nowhere, he started coughing roughly. I waited a few moments, for his coughs to die down. However, they only got worse. “Grandpa?” I asked, not quite sure he heard me. “Are you okay?” I said, louder this time. BANG! I heard the sound of a body dropping, and the line went dead. “GRANDPA!!” I screamed, panic building up in my body.

SATURDAY MORNING WAS BRIGHT AND SUNNY and the children were up early eager to practice with their new gifts.