Why I Lost Kari's Death?

I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say

She locked herself in her room and cried for hours. I could hear her through the walls like a ghost wailing at her murderer. As I lay in bed with my wife sleeping beside me, I thought of how my daughter must feel. I knew that she knew. It was all for the best though. I had to keep telling myself.

The next day I felt a little better about it but not too much. Then while we were getting ready to go to her funeral the door bell rang. I walked down the hallway glancing out and saw a man, and behind him was a limousine. I became really excited for the ride in a limo but still very sad on the

The battery on my phone was low and I chose not to write her back. A few hours later I received a call from her friend Courtney, Courtney was hysterical “What’s wrong”? I kept asking Courtney if she was okay. She responded real quietly and said “Makayla was in a car accident.” My heart broke into a million pieces I could not believe what I was hearing. I asked if Makayla was okay Courtney remained silent. I asked her again and she said: “She’s dead.” I did not believe what I was hearing. It was extremely hard difficult to comprehend that my dear friend Makayla was dead. I was trying not to cry in front of my family: however, they knew I received bad news. I told them the news I heard and they could not believe it my mom could not hold her tears back, but I knew we had to get home soon so I could be alone. My family and I were on our way home, we were traveling and started over heating it took forever to get home. My boyfriend called and I told him the news and he could not believe it either. How could a nineteen year old be dead? She was to young to die. Her family cremated her remains. Makayla was given a celebration of life. Many people came and talked kindly of

The day she died was the day after my best friend, Daniel Knife committed suicide. I didn’t realize it at first, but I kept getting this weird feeling ever since they died. Everything was different. The next morning I felt the need to go see her grave again. When I arrived there, a weeping willow tree had grown on her grave with my wife's name carved in it. I heard voices around me whispering “Cole, Cole, Cole….” It sounded just like my wife, Sami. I turned to leave but then saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I looked back I saw Sami standing there in front of the tree. I closed my eyes, shook my head and checked again. She was still there. I closed my eyes again but even tighter, shook my head harder and when I opened my eyes. She was gone.

Standing outside in the frigid wind of California, all of us were crying, even my loving sister, she was the spotlight stealer, the friend in good times and bad, she was even our babysitter, she was crying in front of me as the water pooled down at the bottom of my feet. It didn't feel real, just like a dream of nothingness. At the moment, I was looking back at the special time, when we drove here. We were singing, dancing and laughing at my weird dance moves in the car. She was my Idol,she was tough, kind, generous and she was the best sister I could ever ask for. On the drive I didn't realize what was really happening. We got into the car, and I caught a glimpse of her sad face. After we left her I realize she taught me I needed to seize

09-09-2012 Day 1: I went to sleep at 1:00 am and woke up at 6:11 am. The dream was that my grandmother passed away and that I had nobody to confide in. It got to a point where I just went

Halfway home I saw this woman crying over something ,but I was not close enough to see it. Being the nosey person I am I just had to go see what the big fuss was about. Not the best idea ,but I still went on with it. I walked up to the women the tapped on her shoulder; when she turned around I was frozen we fear. The object was no long unidentifiable ,nope it was as clear as day that the women had been crying over a dead guys body. I was petrified, I could not think, talk, or even begin to understand why this beautiful women was crying over this dead body. So I asked her, “umm..ma'am… are you ok?”,she did not answer the first time so I poked her again and asked “do you want me to call 911?” that's when she finally reacted. The women went ballistic on me and began to call me very mean names she jolited up and made a move as if she was going to come after me so I did what everyone would do...run. I ran till my legs gave out. I stopped when I realized I had no clues where I was and did not have my phone on me. My head was spinning I know that this is when I was going to die. I did not have it in me to keep on going; my feet were bleeding from these heels that I somehow still had on. I was just about to lose all my hope ,but then I saw bus stop and decided I needed to sit down and rest. I had not realized just how tired I was until I felt my eyelid flider

I knew something was wrong with my great-grandma because we would only travel to Mexico to visit her. When we arrived outside my great-grandma’s house were two police cars and an ambulance. My mom ran out of the car and into the house, my dad followed her. My dad told us to wait in the living room and turn on the television while he and my mom talked to my aunt. A couple minutes later my mom comes into the room and tells me, “your great-grandma committed suicide.” When I heard those words it’s like the world paused, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t react, I couldn’t move. She also told me it happened in the backyard, although she said I had to stay inside I had to go see for myself. I walked outside and I’ll never forget what a saw, it was my grandma except it wasn’t the upbeat, lively great-grandma that made the best apple pie I knew, it was a lifeless, somber version of her. After seeing her, I ran inside the house and

The car was silent, my eyes tried to keep up with the passing trees that were changing from a lush green to more vibrant colors of red and yellow. My thoughts were racing, adjusting to my sister, my best friend, leaving to start a new chapter in her life. I’ve had so many memories with Morgan, some good but also some bad. I remember the way she could always make me laugh with her quirkiness. Or we would just lay down and listen to my dog, Libby snore, and every minute we would look at each other and smile. I knew I would see her again, I told myself it was only a two hour drive, but I knew life wouldn't be the same. My vision became a blur and the colors of the trees became a mix, as I began to cry.

While walking, the silence all around me left me thinking about my friend, who should be with me right now. It was hard for me when i saw him dead, but my body was so in shock that i don't think I fully processed it. Now that my mind is more clear, I can't get him out of my mind. The memories i have of us together kept me going, i was sure I would make it out of here. I just wished he was here with me, making it out with me. I could dwell on the past though, or I would stay there. I was trying to stay focused on the future, and me. I was going to do this for him.

was a tuesday and I had just gotten out of school. I was nervous and excited and my heart was beating 100 miles per hour. My sister was just born and I was anxious to see her. But I had to wait for my dad to pick me up from my mom’s house. I was taking the week off to spend time with her and to help my dad and his girlfriend with getting her situated at the house. After two hours he got to my house, The car ride was full of talk about the future and what she was gonna be like when she was older. When we arrived at the hospital we rushed down the hall to the room. When we walked in I saw my sister amaya. Her brown silver eyes lit my eyes and heart up. I knew at that moment that she would be my responsibility and I would take care of her with

The night went well and it started to getting late. My friends and I decided to go home. I was exhausted and it only took about three minutes in the car until I was fast asleep due to the previous long night of studying for finals. Suddenly, there was a speeding flash of color, and I was flying through the air. My sister's eyes saw everything. There was the sound of glass shattering all over. I did not hear my sister or friends screaming. All I heard were my dreams. I woke up on the road. The thick bloody pavement was as hard and cold as ice. My head was split open. The blurry lights made me think it was all a dream. I got up off the ground. The car’s lights scared me, and I was in complete shock. I started running around screaming. The yell of my sister saying, “Elma,” real loud made me turn around. I ran and ran till I

I wake up in a white hospital room to the sound of continuous beeping that seems to be coming from some sort of monitor. Evertime my heart beats there 's another beep. The steady sound continues as I gaze intently out the open window on the wall opposite me. Through the window all I can see is the forest filled with trees that twist and wind up toward the sunlight. Usually the sight of the forest would comfort me since the past 12 years of my life were spent playing in those exact woods; laughing, joking, and making fond memories that should 've lasted a lifetime...But now looking out into those dark never ending woods they just remind me of her and what could 've been.

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in