Write a three hundred to five hundred word story about a character who has a secret. You can take this in any direction you like. It is due at the end of the period on Thursday. (For Mrs. Ell's class due Friday - do the ottava rima first)
“Do you want me to go get him for you?” I ran my fingers along the handle of the knife. I shrugged to him in response and he left the room. I still felt nothing. Daniel walked into the room and sat across from me on the other side of the island. I didn’t look up as he sat down, I just stared at the knife. I felt a sudden chill. The kitchen seemed so cold now. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning down, trying to catch my eye. I could hear the lack of concern in his voice. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Why should he care about me when he has her? My fingers moved up to the blade. He let out a loud sigh when he realized I wasn’t going to answer. “Are you going to answer me or should I just leave?” His voice was hard, as if I were the one being ridiculous in this situation. I looked up at him, my stare was like ice when I caught his eye. “Screw you.” I said. Two simple words full of poison. The expression on his face turned to surprise because he knew that I meant it. We both sat there quietly for what felt like a century. I picked up knife and held it so that only the point was touching the table. I spun it slowly. “Why are you even here?” I asked, trying to sound like I wanted him to leave. Which I did, but at the same time, I didn’t. “Nick told me that something was wrong, so I came to talk to you.” He said, and suddenly his voice was softer. “You decided to talk to me now? After ignoring me for days you decided to talk to me now?” Tears started to form in my eyes and my voice got really high. “You said all that stuff to me. Things I’ll never forget and now you just pretend like they didn’t mean anything. How can you say that? How can you say those things and not even mean it?” I couldn’t hold them back, and the tears started to fall uncontrollably. “Anna, I was drunk when I said those things. I didn’t know what I was saying, it was just a-,” “Don’t you dare say mistake,” I hissed at him through my tears, throwing the knife against the wall. It made a loud noise as it crashed onto the floor. “I trusted you with my secret and you promised me that it didn’t change anything; you promised you still cared.” “I do care. Anna, please.” He begged, but I didn’t answer him. I got up from the table without looking at looking at him and walked outside into the cold. Daniel didn’t follow me. I stood silently on the deck, looking out into the backyard. The snow was so thick that I could barely see an inch in front of my face, and as much as I hated the snow, I smiled. I smiled because just like this storm, soon enough, all my troubles would pass.
I look at how much Rose has improved. She grew so much from the beginning. She’s a master at archery and shooting and her fighting skill are in top shape as well. I look at her through the double paned glass. She’s so good with offensive skills, but now their testing her defensive skills by interrogating her. If she passes this test then she will be at the top, and will get the chip that allows her to control an element of her choice. Just like me. It was a while ago when I was put through those experiments to get the chip in me. It was a new concept back then that the brain waves will be able to connect with a specific element. My chip is earth. I can control any type of earth, sand, mud, rock…it doesn’t matter. The one problem with my gift that I was given is that I can never use it. No one in this Congregation except for my father is allowed to know that I was given this gift, because it has not been controlled all the way. The chip I was given was a prototype and once my mind activates it it’s hard to control. I’ve practiced for long hard hours but nothing ever comes out of it. I still can’t control the earth. The only thing that people now a days knows is that someone was given a chip to control an element, nothing else. As I look at Rose through the glass I feel a pit in my stomach. She knows everything about me except that. She even knows that my father is the leader of this Congregation and that I disobey the rules too much to count. It’s painful to hold back one more thing from her. The interrogation drags on until I see that Rose won. If it was a real situation they would either lock her up forever or she would be put to death. She had no idea that this was happening. She really thought that she was being interrogated from the government. I look closely at her face. With the courage and bravery in her eyes I also see fear. She thinks something’s going to happen to her. She is forcefully pushed up by a guard and a blind fold was put over her eyes. I hear the door open and see her blinded face and the guard that brought her out from the interrogation room. No one’s supposed to know…no one’s supposed to know, I say to myself. The blind fold is rigorously pulled off of her face and the tie on her hands is cut. “Well done, you passed the test.” I say and she walks over to me and punches in the shoulder…hard. I rub my shoulder even though I’m not supposed to show pain. “Jerk!” She says. I look at her and chuckle to myself. She looks cute when she’s mad. “I thought I was dead meat! I thought I was gonna die! I’m so gonna beat you up later. Do you do that to everybody?” She asks with irritation in her voice. “Yes we do, you were the last one because we wanted to see how you would do. You are now the top recruit in this group. Congrats.” I say to her as she scrunches her nose “Well I’m still gonna beat you up later.” She narrows her eyes at me and then turns away. The guards are gone by now and there is no cameras or spy gear in this room, I have to tell her now. She’ll never know if I don’t. “Ro.” I say and she stops and turns. “Yeah E?” She asks “I need to tell you a secret.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. When I saw them two together I wanted it to be a dream. Why would my father do this to our family, his wife, the mother of his children? He looked up at me and I immediately ran away. Tears started pouring down my cheeks and I couldn’t help it. I knew when I got home id have to hide the tears. I am not going to be the one to break my mother’s heart. I couldn’t go home I thought as I turned directions and started running towards my best friend, Gigi’s house. She always has advice and I knew she’d help me. When I got there, I was out of breath and banging on her door. Her mother opened the door and worriedly welcomed me in the house, seeing my tears. I explain to Gigi what I saw and she was lost at words. As we were talking, my father was continuously calling me but I wouldn’t know what to say if I answered. Later that night, I went home and saw my father sitting on the couch. My first thought was that I should go up to him, punch him in the face and tell my mom everything that I saw but I thought I should make him say it before I had to be the one. I just went into my room because I was not sure about what I wanted to do yet. A couple minutes later someone knocks on my bedroom door. My father walks in seconds later and sits on the side of my bed. I didn’t want to face him or even look him in the face because all I could think about was seeing him in the car with a young looking woman doing things that they should not have been doing together. I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to get that sight out of my head but I knew I was never going to respect him again. “If you don’t tell mom tonight”, I said, “then I will”. All I could think in my head was this is the day my family is going to fall apart, the day my mother gets absolutely heart broken and everything is going to go downhill from here. He leaves my room and I put my head in my pillow and cry myself to sleep. I wanted it to all be a dream but when my sister woke me up crying, I went downstairs and saw my mom hysterically crying and my father leaving through the front door.
Its eating me up alive. I can’t handle this anymore. Everything I see. It haunts me. I pass by the street that everything happens and I hold back my tears. Nothing can make be break down though. It’s time to get up and continue with me day. I have to once again pretend that nothing happened. I was getting ready and I heard a knock on the door. I walked down the stairs and opened the door. It was the police my heart was racing and I knew that this was not going to end up in my favor. “Can we have a talk Ian?” He asked me. “Sure we can. Please come in and sit.” I walked in and sat down. The police closed the door and sat on the other side of the room. “So how may I help you sir?” I asked with a sweet voice. “First of all son, I would like to say I’m very sorry for you lost son.” “My parents were brave and they will be missed.” “Please tell me what you did that day. The police need to know everything.” “Ok so I went to school. I went to all my classes but then felt sick half way through school. I went to the nurse and she sent me home. I was walking home and there was my mother on the floor dead. My heart was broken I fell to the floor to cry besides her bloody body. I called my dad and we were going to meet up at the house. When I arrived he was dead in the kitchen. Oh no my parents.” I sobbed I don’t need him to suspect of me. “We went to the school they said that you were out that day? Also would you like to tell me what’s going on in this video?” The police told me. He moved his phone towards me and I was looking on the screen. They took a video of my mother dead. Well she did die near a store. Unfortunately for me the store had surveillance cameras. There was everything when my mother got shot. The police looked at me and moved his hand over to the belt. I stretched and reached behind the chair. I pulled out a gun. I looked at the policeman he held a piece of gum in his hand. “I did it. I killed my parents. They left me in and asylum, how could they? I’m their only child and they think I’m crazy. When I went out I promised myself revenge. I KILLED THEM! Now I will kill you too.” I pulled the trigger and I ran away. I shot him a couple times before I left to know that he died. Nobody can know what I did. Mommy and daddy love me. What I did was out of love. Yeah out of love. Mommy? Daddy? You made me do this. How could you?
Most days it’s like nothing is wrong. It’s an average world with the common problems and conflicts. Other times, it’s worse. The guilt eats me alive. I can’t get it out of my head and it simply stays floating around as I try to go on with my day. Who would’ve thought that the feeling of guilt would be stronger than the consequences of my actions? There isn’t a specific idea or instance that creates the memory to come back to me. It comes at random times with no explanation. It pains me to remember the event. If I feel like this, how do criminals feel? There were times that I considered myself a bad person, but I knew that wasn’t the truth. I made a mistake, but we all have accidents. I was a bad person at the moment I committed the scandal- but it wasn’t really a scandal, because not many knew. I wasn’t thinking at the moment- and just this simple thought makes me feel bad. Why should I be making an excuse for my actions? I convinced myself I was good now, I knew I was wrong then and in a sense I have grown. But I continued to torture myself. It was something that didn’t have to be done- something I could’ve lived without. People say that you only learn from your own experiences but I don’t believe that that’s true and I never believed it. Maturity comes from understanding and there is no better way to understand than by perceiving and being insightful, there is no need to act upon everything. This secret I have wouldn’t affect many if I were to confess. But the few it would affect would be hurt too deeply. Confessing would be the only way to relieve myself from what I have done. But now? Now it’s too late. After so much time has passed I would be causing these people unnecessary pain. In a sense it would be selfish because it would only alleviate my own pain. I’m stuck. The two options I have both seem unjust. I will either carry this burden caused by the pain of my secret forever, or I can cause others pain due to my mistake. I could live with this pain, because I deserve it, but whatever I chose to do is unfair to the others. I’m stuck.
Kat shuffles out of her room and into the bathroom. She moves methodically, careful not to step on the creaky floorboards. It’s the dead of night and she’s too afraid of what might happen if her family heard her. Kat did this every other night but never at the same time, although it was always in the middle of the night. It took about ten minutes and then she was back in bed, absolutely exhausted. The next morning, she regretted the night before. It was difficult to get out of bed and Kat felt weak in the knees. It was a torturous cycle; Kat would get up in the middle of the night, get it over with, wake up regretting it but then do it all again. She just couldn’t help herself, it had become a habit. Kat through on her biggest sweater and the warmest sweatpants she could find. After throwing her hair up in a bun, Kat grabbed her car keys and headed to the front door. She shouted goodbye to the remaining, conscious family members and threw out an excuse about waking up late and grabbing breakfast on the way. She wouldn’t though; Kat would pass several fast food places or stores and not even consider stopping. When she got to school, she would chew her gum all the way up until the final bell rang. Who wants to eat school lunch anyway? Just about everyone in her school skipped lunch and ate out of the vending machines. Kat ended up giving in and snacking on chips too. It was a small bag of mostly air, but it filled her right up! She walked around the school satisfied with her lunch, because those chips tasted good even if they were unhealthy. When she got home that day, she marched right up to her room and opened her journal. She cataloged what she ate and then felt drawn to her bed. It was tempting her with nap like every chair and couch did. Just like every other time, Kat could not resist the urge to close her eyes. Her mother makes jokes about how Kat sleeps more than her two year old sister. They were only jokes, but they were true. Kate slept more than anybody she knew, but she couldn’t help it. She could always feel her eyelids drooping down, begging for a break. Just like right now, Kat gives in to this temptation, as she always does for her other temptation.
It was just another day at Port Danton. Sailors arrived with their shipments and argued with everyone that got in their way as they tried to move them. Children ran around shouting at each other and playing games with one another. The sun was shining, the breeze was refreshing, and it was just an all-around beautiful day. Even the presence of the Royal Guard gave off an unusual air of safety and security. Usually their presence gave off an unsettling feeling, an omen that something bad was going to happen that only they knew of. That wasn’t the case today; however, they were just a group of men doing their job. One thing about the Port seemed out of place, though. The Barnaby Pub, a place frequented by locals and sailors alike, had an unusual patron seated at one of the outside tables. He wore the usual outfit one would expect from a sailor; long coat, folded hat, and high boots. He had a bit of scruff on his face along with messy hair that was about two inches from his shoulders. The offsetting thing about him was that he was alone. There was no reason he should be, as locals frequented the Pub went with friends, and sailors usually got a drink with the rest of their crew. This man, on this day, just sat by himself, a bottle of rum in one hand, hanging on to the table with the other. A group of young, rowdy sailors, no older than eighteen, made their way to the pub, flooding the tables on the outside. One of the men bumped the lonely man, who tumbled off of his stool and onto the ground. The group laughed and jeered at the man as he steadily made his way to his feet.
I’m at the point where I just don’t know what to do. I can’t bare it anymore. I could stay or leave. The obvious answer here is to leave. I mean what I’m doing is wrong. There is no way getting around it; it’s completely wrong. I would never want anyone to do something like this to me. But yet I’m doing it. The famous saying “treat others the way you want to be treated” no longer applies. It’s just so hard to leave someone that you care about so much. However I’m in a tough predicament. Jealous is in full effect now. I just can’t take it anymore. It kills me to see her being the one that he gets to show off to everyone. She’s the one that’s fully happy because to the best of her knowledge it’s just him and her until the end. Everyone looks at them as if they are the perfect couple. They aren’t, and everyone is blind to the fact of that. Only if people knew the truth. Sometimes I just want to take the risk and just tell her or shout it “He’s mine!!” but I cant. I would never do that because then I’d lose him forever; and that’s a fact. It just sucks being the girl that no one knows about. There are days that I just want to leave and tell everyone how much of a jerk he is. However, I’d instantly regret it. Never did I think that I’d be the girl on the other side. I’m the one that has the power to break someone’s heart in a second. If she were to find out about me she would be devastated. I’m the girl that everyone talks badly about, because I “ruined” everything. But little do they know that’s not at all who I am. I’m the victim. I’m the one that got played out. I’m the one who got my hopes up for nothing. She’s the girl that came and ruined what we had. She’s the one that made him leave me in the dust. I’m just the sucker that stayed around. I just wish that others could see it in my point of view sometimes. Yes, he’s cheating, but just imagine how I feel. I’m the one that has to sit in torture every day and watch while they are happy together. It completely sucks when I only get messages and phone calls on how much he cares. She is able to brag about it because she has nothing to hide. I on the other hand have the world to hide while I just side and watch the one I love, love somebody else.
They found her fourteen years ago on a beach somewhere in Cancun, Mexico. She was deceased and wearing a gray pantsuit without any shoes. Her corpse was devoid of jewelry, identification, or markings. The authorities found her about two days after she was presumed to have died but there were no bruises, scrapes, wounds, or broken bones—absolutely no signs of a struggle and yet no signs of having drowned. They ran her face through the system but came up without any matches for facial recognition. She was Caucasian with straight blond hair cut short, and so they sent photographs and fingerprints to the United States to help identify her. The U.S. was unable to find any matches and neither was England. The death of this woman and the mystery of her visit to Cancun have continuously baffled those who peruse the case. It has been dabbled with in Mexico and the United States, but the case remains unsolved. People call her “La Mujer Enigmática,” or “the mysterious lady.” The sole piece of evidence that has added to the massive confusion surrounding this woman is the note that was sewn into the crease of the left lapel of her suit jacket. It said the following word: “Sydney.” Many have suggested that the woman’s business in Cancun had a connection to the city of Sydney, Australia, that her name was Sydney, or that she was a covert operative with an operation of that title, but the many individuals that have involved themselves with this case over the years have yet to find any tangible or trustworthy evidence to support these claims. Plus, they’d be wrong. The note was a message for me, Sydney Champlain; and that woman is named Haley Borsch—my mother. I remember every vivid detail of the morning she left. It was another hot, foggy Friday morning in Los Angeles and my radio alarm went off at five-thirty. Mom had made me eggs, bacon, and pancakes, which was the dish she always made for me before going away on her business trips. She was all packed when I finally came downstairs, and she sat down with me while I ate. My food was gone in minutes and before heading off to school, we watched an episode of Seinfeld together. She gave me a kiss and embraced me, reminding me that she would be back on Sunday night unless they needed her at the office for a couple more days. She had told me that she was going to the office in Mumbai this time—pretty typical. There was money on the table and some pre-made meals sitting in the fridge. It was like every other time she had done this—except the fact that she never returned. That Sunday night, I received a phone call that delivered me from childhood to adulthood. I picked up my mother’s secret and to this day, I carry it like I carry my wallet—close enough so it can’t be picked up by an ignorant thief.
It was a Friday evening in late August in Chicago, Anthony and his brother Roger where at work that night in a small butcher shop, owner by a family friend. Anthony had just recently got married and Roger had just recently got out of prison for position of drugs. They were both offered a job at the butcher shop and had to take it, because they had no money. Anthony’s wife was getting really tired of her husband having no money. She was threating to leave him and move in with her mother until he got more money. This devastates him because they had only been married for five months. Anthony was struggling to pay back money that he had been loaned for the wedding. His brother Roger had only been out of prison for six months and had many gambling debts that he had to pay back and owned a lot of money to his drug dealers. The drug dealer was going to kill him if he didn’t pay back the money soon.
That night the brothers were going to execute their well thought out plan. Anthony told his boss Mike that he would close up the store that night so he could go home early. Mike was okay with that and left at 7:00. Roger also left early and told them he had a date that night. Anthony was all alone in the store until 7:30. His brother Roger came storming back in wearing all black clothing and a ski mask covering his face and holding a gun in hand. Anthony put his hands in the air and led Roger back to the safe. Once they got to the safe Anthony opened it and up and proceed to put the money into Roger’s bag. All of a sudden the door opened up and their boss Mike came in. Panicked, Roger shot him in the back. Anthony was so freaked out. Roger graved the rest of the money and ran out. Anthony then called the cops.
The police came and started questioning Anthony about what had happened. Mike was taken to the hospital and was pronounced dead. This really devastated Anthony because they were very close. Shooting Mike was not part of the plan. When Anthony was done being questioned he went home and yelled at Roger for killing Mike. Roger told him he had to do what he did in that moment, with no emotion as if it didn’t even affect him. It was eating Anthony up he needed to confess.
At this point Anthony didn’t care about the money he felt so bad and he wasn’t even the one that did it. He told Roger he wanted to confess, enraged Roger killed Anthony in fear he would confess.
The police never found out that Roger killed mike or his brother. Years later the guilt finally got to Roger and he took his own life.
One day after school, John saw the girl of his dreams walking home with his best friend. Everyone knew that there was something going on between the two of the, but what no one bothered to figure out was that John also had feelings for her. John has been walking around trying to hide his affection and deep admiration of the most beautiful girl in the school, Stacey. He had to try extremely hard to keep this secret from his best friend since kindergarten, Corey.
Each day that passes, John has been trying to forget about his feelings for Stacey. However, he does not realize how difficult that is when he is best friends with Corey. Weeks and even months pass by without anyone revealing his secret. Slowly, John’s heart is getting weaker and slowly breaking down because he simply cannot take the pain of not being able to have the one thing that he loves so much.
Just as John is about to crack one morning, he sees Stacey walking over to him. Sounding upset she says, “Your best friend is so rude and annoying, how can you possibly put up with his nonsense?!”
Realizing that this could be his only chance to move in on the girl of his dreams, it occurs to him that the girl he has been stressing and drooling over for months could never amount to how much his friendship with Corey means to him. He also realizes how much Corey truly likes Stacey and decides to help his brother out. “You know, he is only like that because of how much he likes you, but he gets nervous around you and panics.” John responded.
Looking confused she replied, “Really? I thought that was just his natural personality!”
“No, of course not. Corey is one of the coolest guys I know and once you really get to know him and he warms up and gets comfortable around you, you will realize how great he is.” John said, trying to support his friend.
Stacey was shocked. With the most surprised face she replied, “Wow, thank you. If I had not come to you, I would have just stopped talking to him. But now I will give him another chance. So thank you so much.”
Realizing that he just let go of the only chance he had to be with her, he knew what the right thing to do was. Feeling satisfied but a bit remorseful, he said to himself as the perfect girl walked away from him, “No problem Stacey.”
No one knew she was a hoarder of negative comments and moments that, in a bad way, impacted her life. No one knew that her life, up to that point, was a chain of never-ending disappointments. No one knew that these let downs were crystalizing within her soul. No one knew that at one point they would shatter her apart. No one knew that for years she had been so strong. No one knew this about her because of the flashing smile she always wore on her face. No one knew that behind her smile, bottled up feelings were overwhelming her being to the point that they would one day cause her to explode. No one knew why slowly the smile on her face became a little weaker. No one knew she was debilitating a little more as each day passed by. No one knew that she was physically wearing out because emotionally she was drained. No one knew that she was losing her ability to hold back her tears. No one knew that was the reason for her constant trips to the girl’s room. No one knew that there were voices in her head that constantly reminded her about how imperfect and undeserving of even breathing she was. No one knew why her hair was losing volume and becoming brittle. No one knew why she was becoming paler or why her fingernails were turning blue. No one knew who or what caused her to stop eating, to stop singing, to stop smiling, to stop dancing like she used to do. No one knew that all this was product of a possession. No one knew that her withering away was inevitable; what took over her was winning her tiresome battle. No one knew that she was lifeless way before she decided to take her life away. Years have passed, but she kept this to herself; she did not share a single word and never wrote it on the pages of a notebook. The reason for her silent suicide is something no one knows.
Ryan P. Tunison The valley was a dark wasteland of undesirables, black clouds of smoke hovering close above. Surrounding mountains burned fiercely with raging fires that engulfed all that once grew vibrant with color. The remaining men roamed across the rough landscape, still ever wondering what had happened to the rest. There were always stories of that fateful day, but no one could know for sure. Only the man who held this gathering together was reliable enough to be certain, a man grown hard and brisk from the years that had pestered his soul, gradually eating his health and sanity away. He was mysterious in his comings and goings to say the least, a vast storm of secrets close behind his every step. And no one would think to question him, not a living soul would be worthy enough to know. But decades had passed since this particular man founded this lost colony of the apocalypse. He was old and needed to entrust someone with the secrets of the past, of how everything had happened. It was an occurrence that little could comprehend, of things far beyond a primitive understanding. So he searched with what sense he could conjure within the limits of his age. He found that suitor within the villages confines, a responsible youth that he could trust. And on one morning, however fine the end of life could provide, he called him to his office of control, so that he may learn of what had occurred. “Jonny, is it not?” the old man asked. “Yes, sir,” the youth responded with confidence. “Do you know how the world you know came to be? Because I recall one much brighter in the days of my youth.” Jonny immediately became intrigued with the start of this conversation, listening intently for the truth that was about to unwind. And than the old man continued to wheel in his chair for support as he made way to the room’s bookshelf, pulling a rather large and very worn book from it. “The answers are all in here, as I came to learn,” he said as he handed the book to Jonny, a boy so fascinated that he did not hesitate to open it to the first page. So the man now at the end of his days continued to speak, as Jonny payed close attention to the impact of his words; “I was still young and recently married, and what a beauty she was! But the happiness did not last very long. Jonny, you’re familiar with those monsters that come around our parts, desperate to breech the wall? Well, of coarse you do. Those creatures spawned from the darkest corners below the earth, ever terrorizing our people. It was the apocalypse before we knew it, the end of days. All days.” He stopped to think, clearing his thoughts, “But some of us we chosen, only the good of heart, to ascend to a place beyond such evil. I was one chosen among those select.” Jonny thought for moment, but did not understand fully, asking innocently, “Then why are you still here?” “Well, you see, my wife was not very lucky, she did not receive any passage to heaven. and believe me, I tried to take her with me, but it was only me who was chosen,” his eyes beginning to tear as he spoke on, forcing the words out. “I was able to make a trade, her safety for mine, a price I was willing to pay. That was the deal, leaving me behind was the only thing the Almighty could do to accept her through his gates.” There was a short while in which neither of the two talked, it was all too much for the youth to take in. And there was still more. “So, Jonny, are you ready to take my place? Ready to make those necessary sacrifices?”
He tried to hide it from his friends. But we know him too well and we can tell something is up. He doesn’t want us to know. It’s his secret and until he is ready to divulge the details, we will have to wait. None of us have directly asked him about what is wrong but I we are all thinking it. He tells them everything is great when we ask how he is doing. Nothing is going on. His life is perfectly normal. Except it’s not.
We first noticed something was up when he was late to a meeting. He had stopped wearing his watch. He stopped keeping track of the time. He didn’t rush people anymore. He kind of stopped caring.
Then he slowly began to give away his belongings. At first it was small things but soon objects were missing from his family room, den, kitchen and dining room. Eventually I was given a key to his house. His excuse was that he needed me to let his dog out while he was away for an afternoon. But then he never took the key back.
I wondered if there was a reason he would avoid the topic about the key. I did not know if it was as simple as him being fearful that he would lose his own key or if it was something more serious. Once again I felt as though it was his business and if he felt more secure with me having a key then that was his decision.
What finally made me decide to say something was when he started coughing badly at a night out with a group of our friends. It was so bad he had to run into the restroom. I decided to follow him and when I arrived he was coughing up blood. I helped him gain control over the episode and I brought him back to the table with all of our closest friends and demanded he explain what was going on. He finally put down his act and explained to us what the doctors had told him. It was worse than I had expected.
The prognosis was not a good one but he was working on getting the best treatment he could find. I told myself he will be ok. His doctors have helped other people with the same issue before. We comforted him and told him we would help him in any way we could.
My first instinct was to be angry with him for not telling us, but then I thought about how I would feel if I were in that situation. Then I became angry with myself. I noticed a change right from the beginning. I knew something was wrong. I could have comforted him sooner. I could have kept him from giving all of his belongings away. I could have kept him from getting sick. Well actually that is not true but I was so embarrassed and upset with myself that I felt as though if I had said something sooner, done something to help, or acted on my suspicion somehow the situation would be different. Somehow my best friend would not be dying. I fell into a deep depression, stuck on the thought of how I acted as a bystander for all of those weeks. But I guess now that’s my own secret to keep.
I stare at my hands. Stained in a crimson color that makes me feel sick. My hands that can never bring back the life to the body in my hands. Only one thought pounds through my head:revenge. I need revenge to cool the fire that burns through my veins. He killed the only thing that I held in my heart,so I will do the same to him. Her body is cold,unmoving but her beauty stays ripping at my soul. I can’t stay here, torturing myself looking at her. I place a kiss onto her lips for the last time and then cover her with my cloak. I walk aimlessly around the forest. Rain begins to fall rapidly,drumming on the leaves. The wind whips at my face willing me to come back to reality,but my mind drifts to the ends of the earth. Memories come rushing back all at once;there’s no way to push them back. I remember her sweet laughter echoing through the house. Her pale blue eyes staring at me with curiosity. Her dark chocolate hair falling in perfect ringlets down her back. I remember everything about her so perfectly that it sends dagger, after dagger through my heart. The memories are too much to bear;I wonder if it’s better to feel nothing than this pain.My eyes are clouded by tears of anger and suffering. Why did she have to die? Why couldn’t it have been me? I wish I could be with her now, than be in this hell. I hear a whisper through the thundering of the rain. Could it be her spirit coming back to me? Again I hear the sound of a soft voice, her voice. “Annabelle! Annabelle! Where are you?!?” I frantically scream into the trees. There’s no answer. I want to rip everything I remember about her out of my mind.I press my hands against my head and yell at nothing, at no one. I lean my forehead against a tree as the rain beats down on my back. “Please,please come back. I need you.” I whimper. I begin to sob, my tears mixing with the rain. It’s not fair how such a beautiful soul could be ripped from earth and shot through the sky never to come back again. But maybe she wasn’t meant for this world,maybe she was too good for it. Nothing makes sense anymore. Her soul haunts me,everytime I close my eyes it’s like a dark paradise. I know she would tell me that everything’s going to be fine, but I’m scared she won’t be waiting on the other side. I would do anything to bring light back to those bright blue eyes.
I walked into my room and shut the door. I looked over at my alarm clock and read the time. It was three thirty three in the morning. It has been a really long night so I decided to shut the lights off and go to bed, but I couldn’t. I rolled around on my bed just thinking about what had happened to me that very night. Something that is just going to stay in my head until I figure out what it is. Some sort of secret. I rolled over in my bed and turned on the light on my night stand. I sat up and glanced around my room, and then I began to cry. I remember looking up at the clock in school. It read two thirty. I always got excited because that meant that school was almost over. The bell rang and I went to my locker to see my friend, Ashley, waiting for me. “Hey. Wanna go to the movies tonight?” Ashley asked as she flipped her gorgeous dirty blonde hair back. I looked at her and nodded my head. She looked at me and tilted her head. “What’s the matter? You’re not acting like yourself.” I saw her turn her head towards a group of boys who were jumping up and down in the hallway. They all had their football jerseys on screaming excitedly about the game tonight. She looked back at me with a waiting face. Then I finally spoke up. “If you knew something bad about me, you would tell me right?” I finally said it. But I regret it. She looked at me with a weird face as if I said something horrible. As if she was hiding something. “Of course I would Gabby. I wouldn’t hide anything from you.” We then proceeded to my car and got in. We danced to music the whole way back to my house and got out. We went to the movies as we planned and decided to stop by at the football game. When we got in, the game already started. We sat down on the bleachers and watched the game. Ashley got up to leave, but then she never came back, so I went looking for her. I searched around the whole field. I asked other people if they had seen her and nobody did. The game ended and I still couldn’t find her, but I couldn’t leave her because I was her ride home. I got nervous. It was getting really quiet, then the place was empty. It was about ten thirty when she finally came back and said we needed to leave right away. We hopped in the car and asked her where she been and what she was doing but she never answered me. I was becoming angry and I went to her house. She wouldn’t tell me anything. It was all one big secret that I couldn’t get out of her. I looked at the clock and it read midnight. I decided to stay a little longer, but then left right after. So I got home at three thirty three in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. My phone started buzzing in the background. I got up to see who it was and it was a number I did not recognize. I read the text, Meet me by the football field at four sharp, I put the phone down and walked away. Then another text came in and it was from Ashley, Don’t leave your house. I’m on my way. We need to talk. I should have told you this earlier, but if someone texts you, DON’T LEAVE YOUR HOUSE. And with that, I waited in my room to find out all the secrets that await.
“Listen everyone has a secret okay so don’t judge me, I’ve made bad decisions, I know that.” (A couple days earlier) “Have you heard about the new guy?” was said in harmony be most of the school. Yup that was me, the new guy the center of attention. But like all good things, they must fade. However I didn’t want to fade I didn’t want to lose all this attention I had. I wanted to be the new shiny toy people admire. So after the second day my glory was lost and dulled. On the other hand I had a plan to make me the center of attention for a long time. I walked in to the class wearing the coolest clothes and the newest pair of Jordans to impress everyone. Again I heard the whispers of the world, “Look at those shoes how did he get those. I heard those were sold out.” I grinned but quickly changed my facial expression to show that I wasn’t listening to the people talk about me. The next day I get my dad to drop me off to school in a limo. I stepped out of that limo to glance around when I see everyone staring at me with their jaws dropped. After doing this for a couple days I was the most popular kid in the school. My dream came true to be the coolest kid in the school. However like I mentioned like all good things, they have to come to an end. People were talking but not in a good way. They were finding out stuff about me. Like whom I really am who my parents were. The people found out my dad was a limo driver who got paid a little. So they started to question how he gets all of this expensive stuff. Sooner or later they found out my mom worked at a factory that made fake brands and sold for less. I was the laughing stock of the school. So I stood up for myself and told my so called “Friends”, “Listen everyone has a secret okay so don’t judge me, I’ve made bad decisions, I know that.”
“No” Ryan said for the tenth time since we started this conversation. His face is still stone and I’m starting to reach my boiling point. “But why not? Why is this time any different?” I asked taking a seat at the island counter. We’ve been in this kitchen for 20 minutes and still have gotten nowhere. “Why are you leading her on like this?” He let out a humorless chuckle. “I’m not leading her on Gabby.” He said while leaning against the door way. “Are you sure about that?” His eyes grew hard. “Oh please tell me Angie, why would I lead Gabriella on?” He asked with slight sarcasm. “What could I possibly gain from it?” “Oh that’s a good question Ry. What could you get out of leading my own friend on?” I asked tapping my finger against my cheek feigning a look of deep thought. “Here’s a better questions that should answer your own. Why do you usually pick out a girl to be your target?” He shrugged and gave me a smirk. “Well mostly because you’re a player Ryan!” I yelled glaring at him. “Oh am I?” He asked smirk still present. “What’s worse you’re also a gold digger!” “I am no gold digger.” He growled glaring at me again. “Are you sure? Because I can go up to your room right not and see loads of crap you made your ‘ex girlfriends’” I said using air quotes “buy for you. Loads of hats, jackets, sneakers, watches, pairs of jeans, and skateboards all just tossed up there.” My gaze never broke and stayed locked on his face. “Do you even remember who gave you what? Do they even have any sentimental value?” His gaze dropped to the floor. “Why does it matter?” He asked while re-crossing his legs switching the right one to the front. “Oh it matters because you forced them to get those things for you!” I yelled pointing an accusing finger at him. “I didn’t force anyone to do anything.” He mumbled still looking down. “Are you kidding me?” I jumped from my seat and rounded the corner standing in front of him. “You made those girls get you those things Ryan. You made them think they needed you!” I started poking his chest with every sentence. “You made them think they needed to bend to your every need! You made them feel like making you happy was the only good thing they could ever do in life! And how did you repay them?” I asked, but got silence as a response. “By throwing them to the side Ryan, you used them. You used them for their money and their bodies then tossed them aside like an old toy.” I finished my voice getting softer. “And you wonder why I want you to stay away from Gabby.” I started to walk back to my seat.
“That was my past Angie.” He responded looking up at me. “And she won’t be in your future.” I snapped back. “Leave her alone Ryan.” “No!” He yelled shaking his head. “You don’t know us! You don’t know how many times she could’ve left me, but didn’t! You don’t know what I’ve gone through to get her! You don’t know…..how much I care for her. You don’t know how much of a mess I am without her. You don’t know how much I need her.” He finished quietly holding a broken look on his face. I took some steps toward him and touched my brother’s face. “Then tell me and stop being so secretive. Why do you want her? If it’s to use her let me know.” “It would never be that.” He hissed. “But if it’s another reason then let me know Ry. I don’t want to have to fix another mess you created because this time it would be hitting too close to home.” I finished with less softness in my voice. He slowly slide to ground and held his face. “You wouldn’t understand Angie.” He said through his hands. I kneeled down to his level and placed my hands on his knees. “At least give me a chance to understand. God dammit Ryan! Stop holding in all these secrets! This is one you have to let out.” He looked up to me and I could finally see it. I finally got the answer I wanted and it sat there deep in his eyes. Somehow he found a way to cloud it before, but now I can finally understand him. “Ryan? Did…..did she meet mom?” He nodded and I thought back to where my mother lays and it became even clearer. “Ryan do you love her?” He slowly nodded to me and my whole world exploded. Has this really been what my brother’s been hiding the whole time? That he actually has a heart?
There is this quote that states “pain is inevitable, suffering is optional” and I find it to actually be quite true. But what I have yet to understand is why would anyone consciously choose to suffer? Why would you pick agony over felicity? Why not strive to be content? Why did she stay after all the pain he has caused her? No one knows. She probably does not even fully understand the concept of why herself. Could it possibly provide a sense of security? Maybe helps fill-in for other, worse feelings? No one knows. The little comprehension she has for doing so, she keeps it to herself, after all, nobody would understand. They only note the bad and will forever hold it against her for deciding to stay with her tormentor. But she sees it differently; she was there through the good, through all of the good. She was there through the smiles, the laughs, the joy, and all of the happiness from before. So is it that she opts to suffer in hope that it will eventually diminish and that the good times will soon be back? I mean, they say that all the good things in life come to an end… But then so must the bad, right? Maybe suffering now will lead to great compensation in the future. Maybe suffering now will make her stronger and wiser. Maybe she suffers now because she feels as though she deserves it. No one knows. No one will truly know because no one understands the feelings of attachment that come along with loving a person, whether they be good or bad. She did not choose to fall in love with him. She chose to spend time with him, get to know him, open up to him and let down her guard for him. But she did not choose to fall in love with him. Could that possibly mean that suffering for her is not an option either? Or is it just the price that comes with love and she must pay her debts to it? No one knows. She may barely even fully know herself, but what little she knows lurks in her mind and clouds over her every thought. Could she be that selfless to allow herself to be brought down in such manner? But WHY is the question? What is the exact motive behind her stay to only suffer?
As she paces the room she cannot stop thinking. How did this happen, and what do I do. She is not sure what to do, and it’s eating away at her. Back and forth she paces the room thinking of what to do. She looks at the clock and races for her keys and bag to hurry to work before she is late. The whole drive to work she just thinks and gives up when she arrives to work. “Time to focus on work, I can deal with it later, plus it’s no big deal I should just forget about it.” She says to herself before getting out of the car to calm herself. She walks into work and puts a smile on her face even though she really does not want to. She gets to her desk and gets her work out and gets started. The day starts off slow and every time she thinks all she thinks about is what happened and it keeps slowly eating away at her. The memories keep haunting her and she finally cannot deal with it anymore so she gets up and takes the rest of the day off. She heads home as she thinks about what she can do, but without telling anyone. As she thinks more she realizes only one other person knows what happened. She gets home and looks at her phone text messages from the other person, she reads them all and they drive her crazy knowing she has to find away so that no one finds out. She sits down and starts thinking about what she can do. She realizes when she said it was no big deal it was really a lie this was a big deal and she needed to find a way to keep it between the two of them. As she sits and thinks, she realizes something. “Two cannot keep a secret.” She said to herself before racing to the counter for her keys and out the door.
“Do you want me to go get him for you?”
ReplyDeleteI ran my fingers along the handle of the knife. I shrugged to him in response and he left the room. I still felt nothing.
Daniel walked into the room and sat across from me on the other side of the island. I didn’t look up as he sat down, I just stared at the knife. I felt a sudden chill. The kitchen seemed so cold now.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning down, trying to catch my eye. I could hear the lack of concern in his voice. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Why should he care about me when he has her? My fingers moved up to the blade.
He let out a loud sigh when he realized I wasn’t going to answer. “Are you going to answer me or should I just leave?” His voice was hard, as if I were the one being ridiculous in this situation.
I looked up at him, my stare was like ice when I caught his eye. “Screw you.” I said. Two simple words full of poison. The expression on his face turned to surprise because he knew that I meant it.
We both sat there quietly for what felt like a century. I picked up knife and held it so that only the point was touching the table. I spun it slowly. “Why are you even here?” I asked, trying to sound like I wanted him to leave. Which I did, but at the same time, I didn’t.
“Nick told me that something was wrong, so I came to talk to you.” He said, and suddenly his voice was softer.
“You decided to talk to me now? After ignoring me for days you decided to talk to me now?” Tears started to form in my eyes and my voice got really high. “You said all that stuff to me. Things I’ll never forget and now you just pretend like they didn’t mean anything. How can you say that? How can you say those things and not even mean it?” I couldn’t hold them back, and the tears started to fall uncontrollably.
“Anna, I was drunk when I said those things. I didn’t know what I was saying, it was just a-,”
“Don’t you dare say mistake,” I hissed at him through my tears, throwing the knife against the wall. It made a loud noise as it crashed onto the floor. “I trusted you with my secret and you promised me that it didn’t change anything; you promised you still cared.”
“I do care. Anna, please.” He begged, but I didn’t answer him.
I got up from the table without looking at looking at him and walked outside into the cold. Daniel didn’t follow me. I stood silently on the deck, looking out into the backyard. The snow was so thick that I could barely see an inch in front of my face, and as much as I hated the snow, I smiled. I smiled because just like this storm, soon enough, all my troubles would pass.
Very good job. This is compelling, and vivid enough to truly visualize.
DeleteI look at how much Rose has improved. She grew so much from the beginning. She’s a master at archery and shooting and her fighting skill are in top shape as well. I look at her through the double paned glass. She’s so good with offensive skills, but now their testing her defensive skills by interrogating her. If she passes this test then she will be at the top, and will get the chip that allows her to control an element of her choice. Just like me. It was a while ago when I was put through those experiments to get the chip in me. It was a new concept back then that the brain waves will be able to connect with a specific element. My chip is earth. I can control any type of earth, sand, mud, rock…it doesn’t matter. The one problem with my gift that I was given is that I can never use it. No one in this Congregation except for my father is allowed to know that I was given this gift, because it has not been controlled all the way. The chip I was given was a prototype and once my mind activates it it’s hard to control. I’ve practiced for long hard hours but nothing ever comes out of it. I still can’t control the earth. The only thing that people now a days knows is that someone was given a chip to control an element, nothing else. As I look at Rose through the glass I feel a pit in my stomach. She knows everything about me except that. She even knows that my father is the leader of this Congregation and that I disobey the rules too much to count. It’s painful to hold back one more thing from her. The interrogation drags on until I see that Rose won. If it was a real situation they would either lock her up forever or she would be put to death. She had no idea that this was happening. She really thought that she was being interrogated from the government. I look closely at her face. With the courage and bravery in her eyes I also see fear. She thinks something’s going to happen to her. She is forcefully pushed up by a guard and a blind fold was put over her eyes.
ReplyDeleteI hear the door open and see her blinded face and the guard that brought her out from the interrogation room. No one’s supposed to know…no one’s supposed to know, I say to myself. The blind fold is rigorously pulled off of her face and the tie on her hands is cut.
“Well done, you passed the test.” I say and she walks over to me and punches in the shoulder…hard. I rub my shoulder even though I’m not supposed to show pain.
“Jerk!” She says. I look at her and chuckle to myself. She looks cute when she’s mad. “I thought I was dead meat! I thought I was gonna die! I’m so gonna beat you up later. Do you do that to everybody?” She asks with irritation in her voice.
“Yes we do, you were the last one because we wanted to see how you would do. You are now the top recruit in this group. Congrats.” I say to her as she scrunches her nose
“Well I’m still gonna beat you up later.” She narrows her eyes at me and then turns away. The guards are gone by now and there is no cameras or spy gear in this room, I have to tell her now. She’ll never know if I don’t.
“Ro.” I say and she stops and turns.
“Yeah E?” She asks
“I need to tell you a secret.”
* Authors Note: This is an idea I have as part of my story I started last year
DeleteGood writing, just hard for me to tell what's really going on without the rest of it.
DeleteI couldn’t believe my eyes. When I saw them two together I wanted it to be a dream. Why would my father do this to our family, his wife, the mother of his children? He looked up at me and I immediately ran away. Tears started pouring down my cheeks and I couldn’t help it. I knew when I got home id have to hide the tears. I am not going to be the one to break my mother’s heart. I couldn’t go home I thought as I turned directions and started running towards my best friend, Gigi’s house. She always has advice and I knew she’d help me. When I got there, I was out of breath and banging on her door. Her mother opened the door and worriedly welcomed me in the house, seeing my tears. I explain to Gigi what I saw and she was lost at words. As we were talking, my father was continuously calling me but I wouldn’t know what to say if I answered.
ReplyDeleteLater that night, I went home and saw my father sitting on the couch. My first thought was that I should go up to him, punch him in the face and tell my mom everything that I saw but I thought I should make him say it before I had to be the one. I just went into my room because I was not sure about what I wanted to do yet. A couple minutes later someone knocks on my bedroom door. My father walks in seconds later and sits on the side of my bed. I didn’t want to face him or even look him in the face because all I could think about was seeing him in the car with a young looking woman doing things that they should not have been doing together. I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to get that sight out of my head but I knew I was never going to respect him again.
“If you don’t tell mom tonight”, I said, “then I will”.
All I could think in my head was this is the day my family is going to fall apart, the day my mother gets absolutely heart broken and everything is going to go downhill from here.
He leaves my room and I put my head in my pillow and cry myself to sleep. I wanted it to all be a dream but when my sister woke me up crying, I went downstairs and saw my mom hysterically crying and my father leaving through the front door.
WOW. Intense. It really hits the reader hard because you wrote it so well.
DeleteIts eating me up alive. I can’t handle this anymore. Everything I see. It haunts me. I pass by the street that everything happens and I hold back my tears. Nothing can make be break down though. It’s time to get up and continue with me day. I have to once again pretend that nothing happened. I was getting ready and I heard a knock on the door. I walked down the stairs and opened the door. It was the police my heart was racing and I knew that this was not going to end up in my favor.
ReplyDelete“Can we have a talk Ian?” He asked me.
“Sure we can. Please come in and sit.” I walked in and sat down. The police closed the door and sat on the other side of the room.
“So how may I help you sir?” I asked with a sweet voice.
“First of all son, I would like to say I’m very sorry for you lost son.”
“My parents were brave and they will be missed.”
“Please tell me what you did that day. The police need to know everything.”
“Ok so I went to school. I went to all my classes but then felt sick half way through school. I went to the nurse and she sent me home. I was walking home and there was my mother on the floor dead. My heart was broken I fell to the floor to cry besides her bloody body. I called my dad and we were going to meet up at the house. When I arrived he was dead in the kitchen. Oh no my parents.” I sobbed I don’t need him to suspect of me.
“We went to the school they said that you were out that day? Also would you like to tell me what’s going on in this video?” The police told me.
He moved his phone towards me and I was looking on the screen. They took a video of my mother dead. Well she did die near a store. Unfortunately for me the store had surveillance cameras. There was everything when my mother got shot. The police looked at me and moved his hand over to the belt. I stretched and reached behind the chair. I pulled out a gun. I looked at the policeman he held a piece of gum in his hand.
“I did it. I killed my parents. They left me in and asylum, how could they? I’m their only child and they think I’m crazy. When I went out I promised myself revenge. I KILLED THEM! Now I will kill you too.”
I pulled the trigger and I ran away. I shot him a couple times before I left to know that he died. Nobody can know what I did. Mommy and daddy love me. What I did was out of love. Yeah out of love. Mommy? Daddy? You made me do this. How could you?
This makes me scared. Well done
DeleteMost days it’s like nothing is wrong. It’s an average world with the common problems and conflicts. Other times, it’s worse. The guilt eats me alive. I can’t get it out of my head and it simply stays floating around as I try to go on with my day. Who would’ve thought that the feeling of guilt would be stronger than the consequences of my actions? There isn’t a specific idea or instance that creates the memory to come back to me. It comes at random times with no explanation. It pains me to remember the event. If I feel like this, how do criminals feel? There were times that I considered myself a bad person, but I knew that wasn’t the truth. I made a mistake, but we all have accidents. I was a bad person at the moment I committed the scandal- but it wasn’t really a scandal, because not many knew. I wasn’t thinking at the moment- and just this simple thought makes me feel bad. Why should I be making an excuse for my actions? I convinced myself I was good now, I knew I was wrong then and in a sense I have grown. But I continued to torture myself. It was something that didn’t have to be done- something I could’ve lived without. People say that you only learn from your own experiences but I don’t believe that that’s true and I never believed it. Maturity comes from understanding and there is no better way to understand than by perceiving and being insightful, there is no need to act upon everything. This secret I have wouldn’t affect many if I were to confess. But the few it would affect would be hurt too deeply. Confessing would be the only way to relieve myself from what I have done. But now? Now it’s too late. After so much time has passed I would be causing these people unnecessary pain. In a sense it would be selfish because it would only alleviate my own pain. I’m stuck. The two options I have both seem unjust. I will either carry this burden caused by the pain of my secret forever, or I can cause others pain due to my mistake. I could live with this pain, because I deserve it, but whatever I chose to do is unfair to the others. I’m stuck.
ReplyDeleteVery good job. The feeling of paralysis really comes across well. One almost feels trapped when reading it.
DeleteKat shuffles out of her room and into the bathroom. She moves methodically, careful not to step on the creaky floorboards. It’s the dead of night and she’s too afraid of what might happen if her family heard her. Kat did this every other night but never at the same time, although it was always in the middle of the night. It took about ten minutes and then she was back in bed, absolutely exhausted. The next morning, she regretted the night before. It was difficult to get out of bed and Kat felt weak in the knees. It was a torturous cycle; Kat would get up in the middle of the night, get it over with, wake up regretting it but then do it all again. She just couldn’t help herself, it had become a habit. Kat through on her biggest sweater and the warmest sweatpants she could find. After throwing her hair up in a bun, Kat grabbed her car keys and headed to the front door. She shouted goodbye to the remaining, conscious family members and threw out an excuse about waking up late and grabbing breakfast on the way. She wouldn’t though; Kat would pass several fast food places or stores and not even consider stopping. When she got to school, she would chew her gum all the way up until the final bell rang. Who wants to eat school lunch anyway? Just about everyone in her school skipped lunch and ate out of the vending machines. Kat ended up giving in and snacking on chips too. It was a small bag of mostly air, but it filled her right up! She walked around the school satisfied with her lunch, because those chips tasted good even if they were unhealthy. When she got home that day, she marched right up to her room and opened her journal. She cataloged what she ate and then felt drawn to her bed. It was tempting her with nap like every chair and couch did. Just like every other time, Kat could not resist the urge to close her eyes. Her mother makes jokes about how Kat sleeps more than her two year old sister. They were only jokes, but they were true. Kate slept more than anybody she knew, but she couldn’t help it. She could always feel her eyelids drooping down, begging for a break. Just like right now, Kat gives in to this temptation, as she always does for her other temptation.
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DeleteIt was just another day at Port Danton. Sailors arrived with their shipments and argued with everyone that got in their way as they tried to move them. Children ran around shouting at each other and playing games with one another. The sun was shining, the breeze was refreshing, and it was just an all-around beautiful day. Even the presence of the Royal Guard gave off an unusual air of safety and security. Usually their presence gave off an unsettling feeling, an omen that something bad was going to happen that only they knew of. That wasn’t the case today; however, they were just a group of men doing their job.
ReplyDeleteOne thing about the Port seemed out of place, though. The Barnaby Pub, a place frequented by locals and sailors alike, had an unusual patron seated at one of the outside tables. He wore the usual outfit one would expect from a sailor; long coat, folded hat, and high boots. He had a bit of scruff on his face along with messy hair that was about two inches from his shoulders. The offsetting thing about him was that he was alone. There was no reason he should be, as locals frequented the Pub went with friends, and sailors usually got a drink with the rest of their crew. This man, on this day, just sat by himself, a bottle of rum in one hand, hanging on to the table with the other.
A group of young, rowdy sailors, no older than eighteen, made their way to the pub, flooding the tables on the outside. One of the men bumped the lonely man, who tumbled off of his stool and onto the ground. The group laughed and jeered at the man as he steadily made his way to his feet.
I’m at the point where I just don’t know what to do. I can’t bare it anymore. I could stay or leave. The obvious answer here is to leave. I mean what I’m doing is wrong. There is no way getting around it; it’s completely wrong. I would never want anyone to do something like this to me. But yet I’m doing it. The famous saying “treat others the way you want to be treated” no longer applies. It’s just so hard to leave someone that you care about so much. However I’m in a tough predicament.
ReplyDeleteJealous is in full effect now. I just can’t take it anymore. It kills me to see her being the one that he gets to show off to everyone. She’s the one that’s fully happy because to the best of her knowledge it’s just him and her until the end. Everyone looks at them as if they are the perfect couple. They aren’t, and everyone is blind to the fact of that. Only if people knew the truth. Sometimes I just want to take the risk and just tell her or shout it “He’s mine!!” but I cant. I would never do that because then I’d lose him forever; and that’s a fact. It just sucks being the girl that no one knows about. There are days that I just want to leave and tell everyone how much of a jerk he is. However, I’d instantly regret it.
Never did I think that I’d be the girl on the other side. I’m the one that has the power to break someone’s heart in a second. If she were to find out about me she would be devastated. I’m the girl that everyone talks badly about, because I “ruined” everything. But little do they know that’s not at all who I am. I’m the victim. I’m the one that got played out. I’m the one who got my hopes up for nothing. She’s the girl that came and ruined what we had. She’s the one that made him leave me in the dust. I’m just the sucker that stayed around. I just wish that others could see it in my point of view sometimes. Yes, he’s cheating, but just imagine how I feel. I’m the one that has to sit in torture every day and watch while they are happy together. It completely sucks when I only get messages and phone calls on how much he cares. She is able to brag about it because she has nothing to hide. I on the other hand have the world to hide while I just side and watch the one I love, love somebody else.
Very good. I really like the way the emotional mood of the piece changes about halfway through.
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ReplyDeleteThey found her fourteen years ago on a beach somewhere in Cancun, Mexico. She was deceased and wearing a gray pantsuit without any shoes. Her corpse was devoid of jewelry, identification, or markings. The authorities found her about two days after she was presumed to have died but there were no bruises, scrapes, wounds, or broken bones—absolutely no signs of a struggle and yet no signs of having drowned. They ran her face through the system but came up without any matches for facial recognition. She was Caucasian with straight blond hair cut short, and so they sent photographs and fingerprints to the United States to help identify her. The U.S. was unable to find any matches and neither was England. The death of this woman and the mystery of her visit to Cancun have continuously baffled those who peruse the case. It has been dabbled with in Mexico and the United States, but the case remains unsolved. People call her “La Mujer Enigmática,” or “the mysterious lady.” The sole piece of evidence that has added to the massive confusion surrounding this woman is the note that was sewn into the crease of the left lapel of her suit jacket. It said the following word: “Sydney.” Many have suggested that the woman’s business in Cancun had a connection to the city of Sydney, Australia, that her name was Sydney, or that she was a covert operative with an operation of that title, but the many individuals that have involved themselves with this case over the years have yet to find any tangible or trustworthy evidence to support these claims. Plus, they’d be wrong. The note was a message for me, Sydney Champlain; and that woman is named Haley Borsch—my mother.
ReplyDeleteI remember every vivid detail of the morning she left. It was another hot, foggy Friday morning in Los Angeles and my radio alarm went off at five-thirty. Mom had made me eggs, bacon, and pancakes, which was the dish she always made for me before going away on her business trips. She was all packed when I finally came downstairs, and she sat down with me while I ate. My food was gone in minutes and before heading off to school, we watched an episode of Seinfeld together. She gave me a kiss and embraced me, reminding me that she would be back on Sunday night unless they needed her at the office for a couple more days. She had told me that she was going to the office in Mumbai this time—pretty typical. There was money on the table and some pre-made meals sitting in the fridge. It was like every other time she had done this—except the fact that she never returned. That Sunday night, I received a phone call that delivered me from childhood to adulthood. I picked up my mother’s secret and to this day, I carry it like I carry my wallet—close enough so it can’t be picked up by an ignorant thief.
Very good. So creative, and written in such an innovative way.
DeleteIt was a Friday evening in late August in Chicago, Anthony and his brother Roger where at work that night in a small butcher shop, owner by a family friend. Anthony had just recently got married and Roger had just recently got out of prison for position of drugs. They were both offered a job at the butcher shop and had to take it, because they had no money. Anthony’s wife was getting really tired of her husband having no money. She was threating to leave him and move in with her mother until he got more money. This devastates him because they had only been married for five months. Anthony was struggling to pay back money that he had been loaned for the wedding. His brother Roger had only been out of prison for six months and had many gambling debts that he had to pay back and owned a lot of money to his drug dealers. The drug dealer was going to kill him if he didn’t pay back the money soon.
ReplyDeleteThat night the brothers were going to execute their well thought out plan. Anthony told his boss Mike that he would close up the store that night so he could go home early. Mike was okay with that and left at 7:00. Roger also left early and told them he had a date that night. Anthony was all alone in the store until 7:30. His brother Roger came storming back in wearing all black clothing and a ski mask covering his face and holding a gun in hand. Anthony put his hands in the air and led Roger back to the safe. Once they got to the safe Anthony opened it and up and proceed to put the money into Roger’s bag. All of a sudden the door opened up and their boss Mike came in. Panicked, Roger shot him in the back. Anthony was so freaked out. Roger graved the rest of the money and ran out. Anthony then called the cops.
The police came and started questioning Anthony about what had happened. Mike was taken to the hospital and was pronounced dead. This really devastated Anthony because they were very close. Shooting Mike was not part of the plan. When Anthony was done being questioned he went home and yelled at Roger for killing Mike. Roger told him he had to do what he did in that moment, with no emotion as if it didn’t even affect him. It was eating Anthony up he needed to confess.
At this point Anthony didn’t care about the money he felt so bad and he wasn’t even the one that did it. He told Roger he wanted to confess, enraged Roger killed Anthony in fear he would confess.
The police never found out that Roger killed mike or his brother. Years later the guilt finally got to Roger and he took his own life.
Again, this is so creative. I think you secretly like to write.
DeleteOne day after school, John saw the girl of his dreams walking home with his best friend. Everyone knew that there was something going on between the two of the, but what no one bothered to figure out was that John also had feelings for her. John has been walking around trying to hide his affection and deep admiration of the most beautiful girl in the school, Stacey. He had to try extremely hard to keep this secret from his best friend since kindergarten, Corey.
ReplyDeleteEach day that passes, John has been trying to forget about his feelings for Stacey. However, he does not realize how difficult that is when he is best friends with Corey. Weeks and even months pass by without anyone revealing his secret. Slowly, John’s heart is getting weaker and slowly breaking down because he simply cannot take the pain of not being able to have the one thing that he loves so much.
Just as John is about to crack one morning, he sees Stacey walking over to him. Sounding upset she says, “Your best friend is so rude and annoying, how can you possibly put up with his nonsense?!”
Realizing that this could be his only chance to move in on the girl of his dreams, it occurs to him that the girl he has been stressing and drooling over for months could never amount to how much his friendship with Corey means to him. He also realizes how much Corey truly likes Stacey and decides to help his brother out. “You know, he is only like that because of how much he likes you, but he gets nervous around you and panics.” John responded.
Looking confused she replied, “Really? I thought that was just his natural personality!”
“No, of course not. Corey is one of the coolest guys I know and once you really get to know him and he warms up and gets comfortable around you, you will realize how great he is.” John said, trying to support his friend.
Stacey was shocked. With the most surprised face she replied, “Wow, thank you. If I had not come to you, I would have just stopped talking to him. But now I will give him another chance. So thank you so much.”
Realizing that he just let go of the only chance he had to be with her, he knew what the right thing to do was. Feeling satisfied but a bit remorseful, he said to himself as the perfect girl walked away from him, “No problem Stacey.”
That's a heartbreaker.
DeleteNo one knew she was a hoarder of negative comments and moments that, in a bad way, impacted her life. No one knew that her life, up to that point, was a chain of never-ending disappointments. No one knew that these let downs were crystalizing within her soul. No one knew that at one point they would shatter her apart. No one knew that for years she had been so strong. No one knew this about her because of the flashing smile she always wore on her face. No one knew that behind her smile, bottled up feelings were overwhelming her being to the point that they would one day cause her to explode. No one knew why slowly the smile on her face became a little weaker. No one knew she was debilitating a little more as each day passed by. No one knew that she was physically wearing out because emotionally she was drained. No one knew that she was losing her ability to hold back her tears. No one knew that was the reason for her constant trips to the girl’s room. No one knew that there were voices in her head that constantly reminded her about how imperfect and undeserving of even breathing she was. No one knew why her hair was losing volume and becoming brittle. No one knew why she was becoming paler or why her fingernails were turning blue. No one knew who or what caused her to stop eating, to stop singing, to stop smiling, to stop dancing like she used to do. No one knew that all this was product of a possession. No one knew that her withering away was inevitable; what took over her was winning her tiresome battle. No one knew that she was lifeless way before she decided to take her life away. Years have passed, but she kept this to herself; she did not share a single word and never wrote it on the pages of a notebook. The reason for her silent suicide is something no one knows.
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ReplyDeleteThe valley was a dark wasteland of undesirables, black clouds of smoke hovering close above. Surrounding mountains burned fiercely with raging fires that engulfed all that once grew vibrant with color. The remaining men roamed across the rough landscape, still ever wondering what had happened to the rest. There were always stories of that fateful day, but no one could know for sure. Only the man who held this gathering together was reliable enough to be certain, a man grown hard and brisk from the years that had pestered his soul, gradually eating his health and sanity away. He was mysterious in his comings and goings to say the least, a vast storm of secrets close behind his every step. And no one would think to question him, not a living soul would be worthy enough to know.
But decades had passed since this particular man founded this lost colony of the apocalypse. He was old and needed to entrust someone with the secrets of the past, of how everything had happened. It was an occurrence that little could comprehend, of things far beyond a primitive understanding. So he searched with what sense he could conjure within the limits of his age. He found that suitor within the villages confines, a responsible youth that he could trust. And on one morning, however fine the end of life could provide, he called him to his office of control, so that he may learn of what had occurred.
“Jonny, is it not?” the old man asked.
“Yes, sir,” the youth responded with confidence.
“Do you know how the world you know came to be? Because I recall one much brighter in the days of my youth.”
Jonny immediately became intrigued with the start of this conversation, listening intently for the truth that was about to unwind. And than the old man continued to wheel in his chair for support as he made way to the room’s bookshelf, pulling a rather large and very worn book from it.
“The answers are all in here, as I came to learn,” he said as he handed the book to Jonny, a boy so fascinated that he did not hesitate to open it to the first page.
So the man now at the end of his days continued to speak, as Jonny payed close attention to the impact of his words; “I was still young and recently married, and what a beauty she was! But the happiness did not last very long. Jonny, you’re familiar with those monsters that come around our parts, desperate to breech the wall? Well, of coarse you do. Those creatures spawned from the darkest corners below the earth, ever terrorizing our people. It was the apocalypse before we knew it, the end of days. All days.” He stopped to think, clearing his thoughts, “But some of us we chosen, only the good of heart, to ascend to a place beyond such evil. I was one chosen among those select.”
Jonny thought for moment, but did not understand fully, asking innocently, “Then why are you still here?”
“Well, you see, my wife was not very lucky, she did not receive any passage to heaven. and believe me, I tried to take her with me, but it was only me who was chosen,” his eyes beginning to tear as he spoke on, forcing the words out. “I was able to make a trade, her safety for mine, a price I was willing to pay. That was the deal, leaving me behind was the only thing the Almighty could do to accept her through his gates.”
There was a short while in which neither of the two talked, it was all too much for the youth to take in. And there was still more.
“So, Jonny, are you ready to take my place? Ready to make those necessary sacrifices?”
He tried to hide it from his friends. But we know him too well and we can tell something is up. He doesn’t want us to know. It’s his secret and until he is ready to divulge the details, we will have to wait. None of us have directly asked him about what is wrong but I we are all thinking it. He tells them everything is great when we ask how he is doing. Nothing is going on. His life is perfectly normal. Except it’s not.
ReplyDeleteWe first noticed something was up when he was late to a meeting. He had stopped wearing his watch. He stopped keeping track of the time. He didn’t rush people anymore. He kind of stopped caring.
Then he slowly began to give away his belongings. At first it was small things but soon objects were missing from his family room, den, kitchen and dining room. Eventually I was given a key to his house. His excuse was that he needed me to let his dog out while he was away for an afternoon. But then he never took the key back.
I wondered if there was a reason he would avoid the topic about the key. I did not know if it was as simple as him being fearful that he would lose his own key or if it was something more serious. Once again I felt as though it was his business and if he felt more secure with me having a key then that was his decision.
What finally made me decide to say something was when he started coughing badly at a night out with a group of our friends. It was so bad he had to run into the restroom. I decided to follow him and when I arrived he was coughing up blood. I helped him gain control over the episode and I brought him back to the table with all of our closest friends and demanded he explain what was going on. He finally put down his act and explained to us what the doctors had told him. It was worse than I had expected.
The prognosis was not a good one but he was working on getting the best treatment he could find. I told myself he will be ok. His doctors have helped other people with the same issue before. We comforted him and told him we would help him in any way we could.
My first instinct was to be angry with him for not telling us, but then I thought about how I would feel if I were in that situation. Then I became angry with myself. I noticed a change right from the beginning. I knew something was wrong. I could have comforted him sooner. I could have kept him from giving all of his belongings away. I could have kept him from getting sick.
Well actually that is not true but I was so embarrassed and upset with myself that I felt as though if I had said something sooner, done something to help, or acted on my suspicion somehow the situation would be different. Somehow my best friend would not be dying. I fell into a deep depression, stuck on the thought of how I acted as a bystander for all of those weeks. But I guess now that’s my own secret to keep.
I stare at my hands. Stained in a crimson color that makes me feel sick. My hands that can never bring back the life to the body in my hands. Only one thought pounds through my head:revenge. I need revenge to cool the fire that burns through my veins. He killed the only thing that I held in my heart,so I will do the same to him. Her body is cold,unmoving but her beauty stays ripping at my soul. I can’t stay here, torturing myself looking at her. I place a kiss onto her lips for the last time and then cover her with my cloak. I walk aimlessly around the forest. Rain begins to fall rapidly,drumming on the leaves. The wind whips at my face willing me to come back to reality,but my mind drifts to the ends of the earth. Memories come rushing back all at once;there’s no way to push them back. I remember her sweet laughter echoing through the house. Her pale blue eyes staring at me with curiosity. Her dark chocolate hair falling in perfect ringlets down her back. I remember everything about her so perfectly that it sends dagger, after dagger through my heart. The memories are too much to bear;I wonder if it’s better to feel nothing than this pain.My eyes are clouded by tears of anger and suffering. Why did she have to die? Why couldn’t it have been me? I wish I could be with her now, than be in this hell. I hear a whisper through the thundering of the rain. Could it be her spirit coming back to me? Again I hear the sound of a soft voice, her voice.
ReplyDelete“Annabelle! Annabelle! Where are you?!?” I frantically scream into the trees.
There’s no answer. I want to rip everything I remember about her out of my mind.I press my hands against my head and yell at nothing, at no one. I lean my forehead against a tree as the rain beats down on my back.
“Please,please come back. I need you.” I whimper.
I begin to sob, my tears mixing with the rain. It’s not fair how such a beautiful soul could be ripped from earth and shot through the sky never to come back again. But maybe she wasn’t meant for this world,maybe she was too good for it. Nothing makes sense anymore. Her soul haunts me,everytime I close my eyes it’s like a dark paradise. I know she would tell me that everything’s going to be fine, but I’m scared she won’t be waiting on the other side. I would do anything to bring light back to those bright blue eyes.
*My hands that can never bring back the life to the body that lies in them.
DeleteI walked into my room and shut the door. I looked over at my alarm clock and read the time. It was three thirty three in the morning. It has been a really long night so I decided to shut the lights off and go to bed, but I couldn’t. I rolled around on my bed just thinking about what had happened to me that very night. Something that is just going to stay in my head until I figure out what it is. Some sort of secret. I rolled over in my bed and turned on the light on my night stand. I sat up and glanced around my room, and then I began to cry.
ReplyDeleteI remember looking up at the clock in school. It read two thirty. I always got excited because that meant that school was almost over. The bell rang and I went to my locker to see my friend, Ashley, waiting for me.
“Hey. Wanna go to the movies tonight?” Ashley asked as she flipped her gorgeous dirty blonde hair back. I looked at her and nodded my head. She looked at me and tilted her head. “What’s the matter? You’re not acting like yourself.” I saw her turn her head towards a group of boys who were jumping up and down in the hallway. They all had their football jerseys on screaming excitedly about the game tonight. She looked back at me with a waiting face. Then I finally spoke up.
“If you knew something bad about me, you would tell me right?” I finally said it. But I regret it. She looked at me with a weird face as if I said something horrible. As if she was hiding something. “Of course I would Gabby. I wouldn’t hide anything from you.” We then proceeded to my car and got in. We danced to music the whole way back to my house and got out. We went to the movies as we planned and decided to stop by at the football game. When we got in, the game already started. We sat down on the bleachers and watched the game. Ashley got up to leave, but then she never came back, so I went looking for her.
I searched around the whole field. I asked other people if they had seen her and nobody did. The game ended and I still couldn’t find her, but I couldn’t leave her because I was her ride home. I got nervous. It was getting really quiet, then the place was empty. It was about ten thirty when she finally came back and said we needed to leave right away. We hopped in the car and asked her where she been and what she was doing but she never answered me. I was becoming angry and I went to her house. She wouldn’t tell me anything. It was all one big secret that I couldn’t get out of her. I looked at the clock and it read midnight. I decided to stay a little longer, but then left right after.
So I got home at three thirty three in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. My phone started buzzing in the background. I got up to see who it was and it was a number I did not recognize. I read the text, Meet me by the football field at four sharp, I put the phone down and walked away. Then another text came in and it was from Ashley, Don’t leave your house. I’m on my way. We need to talk. I should have told you this earlier, but if someone texts you, DON’T LEAVE YOUR HOUSE. And with that, I waited in my room to find out all the secrets that await.
“Listen everyone has a secret okay so don’t judge me, I’ve made bad decisions, I know that.”
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“Have you heard about the new guy?” was said in harmony be most of the school. Yup that was me, the new guy the center of attention. But like all good things, they must fade. However I didn’t want to fade I didn’t want to lose all this attention I had. I wanted to be the new shiny toy people admire. So after the second day my glory was lost and dulled. On the other hand I had a plan to make me the center of attention for a long time.
I walked in to the class wearing the coolest clothes and the newest pair of Jordans to impress everyone. Again I heard the whispers of the world, “Look at those shoes how did he get those. I heard those were sold out.” I grinned but quickly changed my facial expression to show that I wasn’t listening to the people talk about me. The next day I get my dad to drop me off to school in a limo. I stepped out of that limo to glance around when I see everyone staring at me with their jaws dropped. After doing this for a couple days I was the most popular kid in the school. My dream came true to be the coolest kid in the school. However like I mentioned like all good things, they have to come to an end. People were talking but not in a good way. They were finding out stuff about me. Like whom I really am who my parents were. The people found out my dad was a limo driver who got paid a little. So they started to question how he gets all of this expensive stuff. Sooner or later they found out my mom worked at a factory that made fake brands and sold for less. I was the laughing stock of the school. So I stood up for myself and told my so called “Friends”, “Listen everyone has a secret okay so don’t judge me, I’ve made bad decisions, I know that.”
“No” Ryan said for the tenth time since we started this conversation. His face is still stone and I’m starting to reach my boiling point.
ReplyDelete“But why not? Why is this time any different?” I asked taking a seat at the island counter. We’ve been in this kitchen for 20 minutes and still have gotten nowhere. “Why are you leading her on like this?”
He let out a humorless chuckle. “I’m not leading her on Gabby.” He said while leaning against the door way.
“Are you sure about that?” His eyes grew hard.
“Oh please tell me Angie, why would I lead Gabriella on?” He asked with slight sarcasm. “What could I possibly gain from it?”
“Oh that’s a good question Ry. What could you get out of leading my own friend on?” I asked tapping my finger against my cheek feigning a look of deep thought. “Here’s a better questions that should answer your own. Why do you usually pick out a girl to be your target?” He shrugged and gave me a smirk. “Well mostly because you’re a player Ryan!” I yelled glaring at him.
“Oh am I?” He asked smirk still present.
“What’s worse you’re also a gold digger!”
“I am no gold digger.” He growled glaring at me again.
“Are you sure? Because I can go up to your room right not and see loads of crap you made your ‘ex girlfriends’” I said using air quotes “buy for you. Loads of hats, jackets, sneakers, watches, pairs of jeans, and skateboards all just tossed up there.” My gaze never broke and stayed locked on his face. “Do you even remember who gave you what? Do they even have any sentimental value?”
His gaze dropped to the floor. “Why does it matter?” He asked while re-crossing his legs switching the right one to the front.
“Oh it matters because you forced them to get those things for you!” I yelled pointing an accusing finger at him.
“I didn’t force anyone to do anything.” He mumbled still looking down.
“Are you kidding me?” I jumped from my seat and rounded the corner standing in front of him. “You made those girls get you those things Ryan. You made them think they needed you!” I started poking his chest with every sentence. “You made them think they needed to bend to your every need! You made them feel like making you happy was the only good thing they could ever do in life! And how did you repay them?” I asked, but got silence as a response. “By throwing them to the side Ryan, you used them. You used them for their money and their bodies then tossed them aside like an old toy.” I finished my voice getting softer. “And you wonder why I want you to stay away from Gabby.” I started to walk back to my seat.
“That was my past Angie.” He responded looking up at me.
ReplyDelete“And she won’t be in your future.” I snapped back. “Leave her alone Ryan.”
“No!” He yelled shaking his head. “You don’t know us! You don’t know how many times she could’ve left me, but didn’t! You don’t know what I’ve gone through to get her! You don’t know…..how much I care for her. You don’t know how much of a mess I am without her. You don’t know how much I need her.” He finished quietly holding a broken look on his face.
I took some steps toward him and touched my brother’s face. “Then tell me and stop being so secretive. Why do you want her? If it’s to use her let me know.”
“It would never be that.” He hissed.
“But if it’s another reason then let me know Ry. I don’t want to have to fix another mess you created because this time it would be hitting too close to home.” I finished with less softness in my voice. He slowly slide to ground and held his face.
“You wouldn’t understand Angie.” He said through his hands. I kneeled down to his level and placed my hands on his knees.
“At least give me a chance to understand. God dammit Ryan! Stop holding in all these secrets! This is one you have to let out.” He looked up to me and I could finally see it. I finally got the answer I wanted and it sat there deep in his eyes. Somehow he found a way to cloud it before, but now I can finally understand him.
“Ryan? Did…..did she meet mom?” He nodded and I thought back to where my mother lays and it became even clearer. “Ryan do you love her?” He slowly nodded to me and my whole world exploded. Has this really been what my brother’s been hiding the whole time? That he actually has a heart?
There is this quote that states “pain is inevitable, suffering is optional” and I find it to actually be quite true. But what I have yet to understand is why would anyone consciously choose to suffer? Why would you pick agony over felicity? Why not strive to be content? Why did she stay after all the pain he has caused her? No one knows. She probably does not even fully understand the concept of why herself. Could it possibly provide a sense of security? Maybe helps fill-in for other, worse feelings? No one knows. The little comprehension she has for doing so, she keeps it to herself, after all, nobody would understand. They only note the bad and will forever hold it against her for deciding to stay with her tormentor. But she sees it differently; she was there through the good, through all of the good. She was there through the smiles, the laughs, the joy, and all of the happiness from before. So is it that she opts to suffer in hope that it will eventually diminish and that the good times will soon be back? I mean, they say that all the good things in life come to an end… But then so must the bad, right? Maybe suffering now will lead to great compensation in the future. Maybe suffering now will make her stronger and wiser. Maybe she suffers now because she feels as though she deserves it. No one knows. No one will truly know because no one understands the feelings of attachment that come along with loving a person, whether they be good or bad. She did not choose to fall in love with him. She chose to spend time with him, get to know him, open up to him and let down her guard for him. But she did not choose to fall in love with him. Could that possibly mean that suffering for her is not an option either? Or is it just the price that comes with love and she must pay her debts to it? No one knows. She may barely even fully know herself, but what little she knows lurks in her mind and clouds over her every thought. Could she be that selfless to allow herself to be brought down in such manner? But WHY is the question? What is the exact motive behind her stay to only suffer?
ReplyDeleteAs she paces the room she cannot stop thinking. How did this happen, and what do I do. She is not sure what to do, and it’s eating away at her. Back and forth she paces the room thinking of what to do. She looks at the clock and races for her keys and bag to hurry to work before she is late. The whole drive to work she just thinks and gives up when she arrives to work. “Time to focus on work, I can deal with it later, plus it’s no big deal I should just forget about it.” She says to herself before getting out of the car to calm herself. She walks into work and puts a smile on her face even though she really does not want to. She gets to her desk and gets her work out and gets started. The day starts off slow and every time she thinks all she thinks about is what happened and it keeps slowly eating away at her. The memories keep haunting her and she finally cannot deal with it anymore so she gets up and takes the rest of the day off. She heads home as she thinks about what she can do, but without telling anyone. As she thinks more she realizes only one other person knows what happened. She gets home and looks at her phone text messages from the other person, she reads them all and they drive her crazy knowing she has to find away so that no one finds out. She sits down and starts thinking about what she can do. She realizes when she said it was no big deal it was really a lie this was a big deal and she needed to find a way to keep it between the two of them. As she sits and thinks, she realizes something. “Two cannot keep a secret.” She said to herself before racing to the counter for her keys and out the door.
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