Veronika Decides to Die

This danger manifests in a personal way when Veronika returns home to find nothing left. Both her home and her family are completely gone—all that is left behind is a loud clock. This clock was also shown the last time Veronika and

Just as she was about to continue reading, her cell phone went off, she saw that it was her friend Jennifer, so she didn’t answer. She was so engrossed in her mother’s diary that she squirmed in the chair to find a better position so she could get comfortable, and in doing this a newspaper clipping fell out. The heading read:

What was going through his head, obviously, was not what she expected. He started to walk out the door without her help and before she knew it, he was gone out of sight. She sat down thinking he was going to come back, but as time went on, she started to feel anxious and scared and called the police after going out looking for him. The police brought him back, not knowing that in the back of the police car, he had passed away.

She sat in the chair, taking her hands through her hair, stressed about her new book coming but has had no desire to continue. She looks at the last chapter written days ago thinking of ways to continue the story. She starts writing but continually marks out and starts again. She groans in frustration, laying her head down on the cool glass table. While being in her own world, she hears a quiet tapping coming from her door, assuming it’s the maid she politely tells them that she’s good. The tapping continues and she gets up heading towards the door; opening the door she sees no one, looking leaving the room and waking down the hallway looking around seeing nothing. As she heads back into the room, she sees the papers for her new book all spread out on the table. Knowing someone wasn’t in her room at the time, she makes herself think it’s the nearby draft from the window beside

The preacher leaves the front of the church and waves her forward. She rubs her sweaty palms together. She takes two deep breaths, putting her left foot out in front of her followed by the right. She begins walking towards the lone, dark wood casket. Her best friend lied beneath the closed doors. She makes her way to the front and faces the crowd clothed in mourning clothes. She glances around the crowd, noticing the red eyes and used tissues.

From that day she began to hurt herself, drugs were causing more damage, but the doctor did not change medicines. The nurses began to watch her more, because at any moment she be her dead, but it what they expected did not happen. Someone died, but it was not her, the doctor died. They found him at his desk with a pencil in his eye and there was a note on his desk, in the note was written, “Bad Choice.”

Louis Mallard had a heart disease that was taken very serious by her family members, when the news came out about her husband's death her family made sure to break the news to her very sincerely. Her family and friends had no clue on how to break the news to her. Once she was made aware of what had happened to her husband, Louis went up stairs to let what had occurred process through her mind. She was astounded when she heard that Mr. Mallard was in a fatal railroad accident, she could only think of what would come of her future without him. She began to think of all the positive things that followed Mr. Mallard's passing. Although, she was thinking that she was wrong for being so positive in a situation like this. All of sudden,

Masika was a devious fellow who loved being adored. He had the charming personality, good looks, and cunningness to be able to attract the gaze of nearly every kalon, and he savored each and every second of it. He would recite false verses of love with such ease to those who were wooed by him, keeping them further trapped in his endless cycle of fake romance. Masika never wanted these feelings to end, since they made him feel so loved and wanted, and he continued to try his best to keep the romantic facade up as along as possible.

It seems that no matter how isolated one makes itself, there will always be a prevalent aspect of life that cannot be escaped. It is of course the tragedy of death, a dark and frightening end. Fifteen-year old Mariam was no exception to this unfortunate truth of life. One spring day in 1979, a chauffeur started yelling at Mariam to turn away and go back. It was a desperate cry to shield the young girl from what she was about to see in her home just after returning from her stay at a family friend’s home. Her home, a small house near Heart, Afghanistan; isolated from the world. Now had her lifeless mothers body hanging inside. The mother - whose name is not disclosed per request of family – had reportedly been in unstable mental conditions.

They decided to stay at the hospital with their baby. They couldn't sleep until they knew their baby would make it. The next day the doctors gave them some important news.

Once they arrived at the dentist, Lizbeth went to the receptionist desk to sign in. Natalie decided to go and read a magazine. She picked one up and read the cover, “I read this one already. ”She continued

The writer talks about the confusion placed on her after the accident happened. The author is eventually able to clear her mind of disorientation, and realizes that she was hit by a car that ran a stop sign. This resulted in her being transported in an ambulance to a local hospital.

Even then, after experiencing bad times in her life, she kept moving. She kept persevering. She kept brushing off her problems and living her life day by day. The mother continually pushes through life in her times of trouble and just tries to make it through to continue in life. And then, she would continually go down dark paths.

She is facing the worst kind of anticipation. Hoping to never hear the police sirens resonate within her ears. Desperately attempting to shake the images of too much blood on the roof. The smell of metal is so strong that it still haunts her, making her dry heave at the worst moments. She lives her life sitting next to a murderer, and waiting as time slowly passes by them, as they wait for their inevitable end.

She was annoyed because the caretaker was not doing her job correctly, "leaving it to wait in the dusk and the dust, annoyed her". Despite the fact that the sight of the unknown letter irritated her, she still decided to pick it up and read it, allowing the fear to slowly creep into her. Her lips began to go white and she started questioning who and where the letter came from. She seems not to know at first what the letter was speaking of. As the clock strikes six, she thinks back to twenty-five years earlier. She flashes back to 1916 when her young soldier-lover said goodbye for the last time.“The hour arranged . . . My God,” she said, “what hour? How should I . . . ? After twenty-five years . . . ” She recalls his promise to be with her and the way he cruelly treated her. “he verified his presence for these few moments longer by putting out a hand, which he each time pressed, without very much kindness, and painfully” She recollects the relief she felt when she could run in and tell her mother and sister that he was gone. “She caught a breath for the moment when she could go running back there into the safe arms of her mother and sister, and weep: ‘What shall I do, what shall I do? He has gone.’”.The confinement she felt because of his promise, and following his supposed death in World War I.