Why The City Was Complete Garbage And Dark

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

They see me, they know. Wherever I walk, their eyes follow me. They see that I am weak. They hear my screams at night, and see me tossing and turning like an animal. Even when I look in water, I see that my eyes look drowsy and tired. There is a huge bump on my right eye. I ruptured a tear duct. I don’t even know when I cry, because I cry so much that I only notice when I stop. But it hurts to cry, the duct ruptures more if I do., but it’s even worse not to cry over my wife. Many of those around me had formed into teams and explored the city. I stayed in my makeshift bed. I had no intention of getting out. I was ready to leave everything when I escaped the city. Or so I thought. I hear people speak of

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I peered through my window at the gang of children; four of them were kicking and clawing another child curled on the asphalt — his knees to his face, covering his head from their pummeling feet. My chest tightened knowing that there were too violent and too many for me to stop, being a child myself I knew that I has no chance of pulling them off without being hurt as well. The reason for this attack escaped my knowledge as I was isolated inside my room, detached from the outside world. I contemplated what I could do and something inside me instinctively pulled for me to run for help but the beating stopped as quickly as it started, I watched the others disperse. The victim got up and walk away, jeering fists at the retiring children, spitting

The room I was in was a cell and there was blood stains all over the walls. Then the floor was covered in bones and flesh that was rotting. I then realized I was hanging from the ceiling I was attached by a thick leather rope. I heard footsteps and my heart stopped. It was the man but he had a mask a mime mask. He held one thing in each hand one was a key the other was a long sharp knife. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t shock had overwhelmed me and all I could do is stare. He slowly opened the door and said with a sigh “I am sorry for such harsh conditions but it has to be done, you see I need your body for my collage”. Then he took the knife and dug it into my shoulder slowing the pain was unbearable. He was carving my cutting me to shreds I cried in agony and pain then he stopped he forcefully jabbed the knife into my collarbone and chuckled “Be right back don’t go anywhere”. He strood of comly singing the phantom of the

When I arrived home, nobody was there. The street was still as a statue. I was too scared to even think about what could’ve happened to my parents. I hid in the basement for four and a half hours while I prayed my family was still alive. Sitting there waiting seemed like it lasted an eternity. I was curious what was going on. I walked upstairs only to see the house completely ransacked. I heard nothing though I knew they had been here, but they didn’t find me. I had been able to survive the invasion but my family and the rest of my friends are gone and I am alone.

My life has been obstructed by cruelty ever since I witnessed on the news of home invasions during sleep and death on the “Home” door mat. It’s has been frustrating to think what might happen if I’d open the door to some masked gunman. Lungs tiring, heart beating, forehead sweating, I am terrified out my mind to try to rest and think about what could happen in my luxury and comfort.

The loud noise of the gun took over my body at that exact moment, my knees begin to buckle, my legs give in and I lose all sense of control. Gravity pushes at my fragile and weak shoulders until I collapse like a rag doll onto the cold, rough gravel surrounded by autumn leaves tattooing my bare, bruised legs. For a moment all I can hear is the eco in each breath I take run through my whole body, short breath after short breath … I slow it down. My vision blurred with tear-filled eyes, I look over my shoulder. It’s out to get me.

I clinch my bedsheets as the shots sound one, then another, then another. Strangely, I am still alarmed at the gunshots after thirteen years of living here. Walter, my cat, jumps into my lap, slightly twitching as he walks over and across the trash surrounding my mattress. I shove him out of the way and lift my body forward, the streaks of sore pulsing pain into every nerve in my body. I kick my way through an Elmo toy, pieces of paper, and my only pair of shoes. Nearing to the bathroom, I lift my only real possession, my Bible, from underneath my mattress. I swing open the door and start my daily hygienic process: a washing and drying with paper towels and small bar of soap I stole from the convenience store down the street. I look into the mirror. If only I had lighter skin, someone one would care for me as their own. The alarm of my phone triggers a sense of anxiety as I now realize it’s three minutes before the bus arrives. I quickly slide on my shirt,

I expected the knock at the door would come eventually, but I didn’t expect it to happen at midnight. It scared me i didn't know what to do. I thought i was going to die i never thought something like this was ever going to happen to ME. i always here that things like this happen to other people. BOOM! I heard a gunshot i thought they were coming for me i was hiding under my bed i heard footsteps around my house i soon relized that they were with me that i was going to die. They came in my room they serched everywhere in my closets and threw everything out looking for me. They looked under my bed they saw me i started to cry they pulled me out from under my bed by my ear they held me by gun kiddnapped i couldnt run i couldnt move i knew that if i did i would get shot they soon took everyone in my village to this camp it looked like the dump they made us change into these pajamima type clothing and while we were undressed a inspector came in and made sure that we couldent run away.

The lights of the highway flickered as I jogged my way down the long narrow street into the dim lit alley. Mom told me to be back at eleven o'clock on the dot, I thought to myself as I checked my watch. It was a dark and chilly winter night. There wasn't much of nothing going on nobody outside just every now, and then a dog would let out a loud and frightening bark. It was starting to get cold as my clock hit 10:30 pm, as I enter the last ally from my house a white van drove past me going real slow. I thought nothing of it as the van speed passed me. I was out of the alley and stopped to take a breath, when smack! Shocking pain and ache flew through my body like a wildfire.

His face was full of dirt and grime, his mouth was gaping open showing missing teeth, and there were two long cuts across his face. The most terrifying part was the blood. It seemed to be almost everywhere. Time suddenly slowed down to a fraction of a second. I gasped, directing my hands to my mouth. My heart was beating faster than I thought could be possible. I couldn’t believe my very own eyes. I thought my eyes were lying to me and that this was just an illusion. But it all seemed too real. Then I realized this was not an illusion and I was wasting precious time. Time resumed back to normal and I quickly regained my senses. “Go get help. Go to the orphanage. GO QUICK,” I told Pat. He seemed to understand and took off uphill, in the direction of the orphanage. I quickly went to work

Nineteen-year-old Candace Verbeck was walking home in the cold and dark streets of New York, New York to go to her small, monthly-paid living space: an apartment. Now she lays unconscious in a cell in an unknown house with a colorless, sweet-smelling, dense liquid lingering on her face: chloroform. The taste of old pennies was reoccurring in her mouth: blood. She was on something hard that stopped about five inches below her knees and her feet helplessly dangled over the edge. Her arms were by her side, but when she came to she lifted them up and found gashes in her wrists that resembled the numbers “137”. As she looked at her wrists, something caught the light of the moon and glinted. It was a knife. Candace’s heart started racing. So many questions came up in her mind, planning out

It had happened daily, almost like clockwork. Screams so loud it made my ears ache. The crash of whatever was in an arm's reach being thrown at walls. Those poor walls had seen more beatings than I ever have or would. As they were in their own violence and hate filled world, I stood up from my seat on the floor, my body trembling, I closed my tear filled eyes as I closed their door so I would not see their bared teeth. I now stood back in front of the tv and my tiny toothpick legs buckled under me. I curled up in my fluffy gray blanket and held my stuffed puppy dog up to my face. I whispered to him “It’s okay” as if he could hear me and dried my tear streaked cheeks with his ragged ears.