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I have to get my tonsils out in about an hour.  
Im really scared. But by the time anyone reads this, I will already be in surgery (Its really early) I have to revocer for 3 weeks, Does anyone want to leave me a comment tellig me a story? It can be anything. It can be a sad, scary, funny, or happy one. You can tell me a story of yours, or tell me the story of your life. I will read and respond to every single one. I mean, what else am I gonna do for 3 weeks? ;) Thanks Wittians. <3 Love you all. Go leave a comment and I'll return the favor! 

 
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I have to get my tonsils out in about an hour. Im really scared.

3 faves · 31 comments · Mar 21, 2013 7:37am

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mylittlesecret13 · 1 decade ago
hey i just clicked on the surgery tag and found ur story. well i'll tell u the story of my surgery last wednesday! on tuesday, i had track practice. i wasn't feeling too well after. i had a stomachache but figured it was from dehydration. i was planning to go upstate last tuesday. i just thought i would be ok so i went on the trip. i felt sick the whole car ride. i eventually threw up (sorry not too pleasant) five minutes away from our hotel. i felt sick the rest of the day. my mom had to come get me from upstate bc i went with my friends. i went to bed that night with the stomachache. i woke up with the middle of the night with a sharp pain and a stomach ache. then i woke up in the morning with a sharp pain on my right side. i was diagnosed with appendicitis (i needed my appendix taken out) i had the surgery wednesday night. then i was healing just fine up until sunday (which was the day we were celebrating easter) i had a fever and just didnt feel well. my mom took me to the hospital because a fever after surgery could mean an infection. i was in the hospital from 6 pm on sunday to 3 am on monday. luckily, i had no infection. i do however have a cyst in my ovary and strep throat. i promise u this is a 100% true story... i have a very bad immune system.
hope your recovery is good and not like mine :)
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FluffyScamp · 1 decade ago
When I was a freshmen, I sent pictures to a guy. He told everyone, his friends, other kids, my friends.. And I wanted revenge. So I asked the principal of my school if I could give a speech on a personal matter and he agreed. So I was in the middle of the auditorium with about 500 people gathered around me, and my speech went something like this; "Jordan, I'd like you to come up here please." as he did, "I'm sure you have all heard by now, I'm a girl who sent pictures to this boy. What you don't know, is that I trusted him. Also, he sent some too. Yet, that isn't what matters. What matters is the fact, that now, everyone knows. Jordan, what was your intention on telling everyone?" "Uhm. well, I, *stuttering* "He has no good reason, he ruined my reputation because he thought it would be funny." *I take the glass of water provided for me to keep my throat well as I was talking and dump it on him* "And I thought that would be funny." And then the whole school applauded, and I, well, let's just say was beaming from smiling. I then brought the microphone to my lips, said "what's past, is past." and proceeded to walk off the stage. I received a standing ovation. Courage, it does a girl good. :) I also didn't receive any punishment for "embarrassing" Jordan.

Life is good!

Hope your recovery goes smoothly!
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Popstar949 · 1 decade ago
Thats so bad .
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Popstar949 · 1 decade ago
I meant bad a/s/s. I forgot Witty blocks things.
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
try this story on for size, once upon a time there was a little girl,her name was abcde. she changed her hair to much for her own good. she has convinced herself that she changes her hair because she can and it looks nice to her, but thats not really why she does it. she does it because she likes the idea of looking different. she wont admit that though, she does it because she wants everyone to know that she isnt "normal" she wants someone to find her special. wants some one to care. wants everyone to pay attention to her. so one day she met this sweet girl, lets call her dylan. ya see.. dylan is so sweet at first. until she gets close with someone, then she wants nothing more but to take care of them, even though she cares so much about these people that claim they are her "friends" she is honest with them, even if they dont want to hear it. they say what is need to be said. they dont right it down in some little journal that a therapist gave them. she doesnt rip the pages out and hide them in case someone sees them. no she says it to there faces. she doesnt fake friends with anyone. but she gets them what they want and need. abcde was sad and wanted cupcakes and soup, so she brought her cupcakes and soup. she wanted to go to the mall with all her friends? she convinced abcdes mum to let her go. she wanted a cover for her book? dylan drew her up a cover for her book. you see dylan was consistent. she got abcde what she wanted and always kept abcdes best interest in mind. but you see.. abcde is just a lazy, self-indulgent little girl, who is driving herself crazy. convincing herself that something is wrong with her and that no one cares enough about her to stay by her side and make sure she is okay. even though dylan always wants to make sure abcde is okay. if abcde killed herself, dylan would off herself too. but abcde doesn't want help from dylan, but yet abcde just continues saying that no one cares about her. but the girl she completely f*cked over still cares about her. so why? why does she continue to complain that no one is there for her? maybe she likes the attention.. but im not here to put words in your mouth, so why dont you tell me abcde. why do you continue to complain?
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Popstar949 · 1 decade ago
Why are you so obsessed with me?
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
why dont you care that i f*cking care. why are you so selfish.
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Popstar949 · 1 decade ago
Oh my god. Leave me alone. Youre insane. We're not friends. Stop talking to me.
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
im sick sadie. everyone knows that. but here you are, a so called a recovered cutter, and you aren't better. sure you arent slicing ur arms up like a god d*mn virgina ham, but you still think about it everynight. you wish you had the courage to do it. but instead you pretend like your alll better. bull sh*t. atleast I can admit im insane. Im sick im allowed to be insane.
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
I know we arent friends. you dont deserve friends at all.
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Popstar949 · 1 decade ago
Then stop talking to me. What is your deal?
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Shmeh19283746 · 1 decade ago
Heres a story for you to read :) I lay umbrellaed by the branches of the gigantic oak tree that stood tall along the side of my house. My gray haired father sat next to me, throwing out little jokes, and statements that made me giggle. At this time I was a young girl, turning six on this day. He handed me a little box as big as one square inch; my face lit up with excitement as I opened the box. A man dressed up in a UPS suit walked up to the fence that guarded our yard. My father noticed him and got up.
“Stay here Annabelle, okay?”
He skipped over to the deliveryman and started writing on some paper. Inside the box was a curled up little silver necklace; as I pulled it out, a small pendent plopped out of the box. The pendant was a circular steel plate, with a bunch of shiny gems lying on top of it.
I ran over to him, screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! It’s amazing! Papa! I lov—”-“ before I could finish the sentence a loud bang interrupted me. I watched traumatized by what I was seeing. My father collapsed to the cold broken ground, blood surrounding him. The man ran off down the road. The screams of what a now widowed woman blurt out from behind me.
She ran up to me, pulling me away from the scene. Tears falling down my cheeks left my hand drenched. I stand next to my mother, not knowing what to do. She ran her fingers through my hair, sobbing loudly. The police and an ambulance showed up, carrying his body away on a stretcher. Leaves float off of the trees as a crisp wind detached from their trees. Crows watch above our heads awe, letting out loud, disturbing noises. A policeman walked up to my mom; I grabbed onto her wrist.
“Mrs. Paisley? We are required to ask you what happened, are you a witness of this crime?” Mom nodded,
“I heard the gun fire and looked out the window to see what had happened, I saw a man run down the road towards the forest, and my husband on the ground.” The cop continued writing down on a note pad. “Are there any other witnesses?”
Mom looked at me and I looked at the cop and started speaking. “I was sitting in the back yard,” I pointed to the giant oak tree we were sitting by, and continued, “and a man in a uniform came up to our house with a package and paper. Daddy got up and went to see him. He was writing on a paper when a loud bang caught my attention, he was on the ground after that. The man had a moustache, and curly grey hair.” I stepped behind my mom when I was done talking. The cops pulled Mom to the side and everything was silent.
I could smell that hospital scent, as If I were in the hospital. I sit next to Thomas and Edwin on the stairs of our porch and watch the birds gracefully fly above as the ambulance turns on the loud sirens and drives away.
We picked up my little brothers, Thomas and Edwin. Thomas was four and Edwin was one. Leaving everything as it was and fled to the hospital.

****
Edwin was fast asleep on Mom’s lap and Thomas was playing with some Tonka Trucks on the carpet at our feet. My momma’s hands were shaking; she’s pretty frantic. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and Daddy’s closest friends were there. Mom put Edwin in his carrier and sat me on her lap, holding me close. I rested my head on her shoulder, watching the hallways for the doctor to tell us Daddy will be okay. We waited for a long time until the doctor finally walked out of a room, bloody scrub top and watery eyes.
“Mrs. Monroe, Your husband, he—” He paused and fiddled a paper in his hands, “He didn’t make it. I’m sorry, we tried everything we could, the bullet punctured too much.” He stepped back as my mom lashed up and started pacing around the waiting room, crying, shaking, and hyperventilating; the whole package.
She finally stopped after several minutes, grabbed onto Edwin’s hand and held Thomas as she led us out of the hospital. Sitting in the car, Mom was afraid to drive, to give up on everything now that she lost her lover, the father of her three children, the man she was going to die old with. I may only be a child, but I could feel the pain. As if we had a close connection. What she was feeling at this very moment, somehow trailed to me. My chest started aching. So this is what heartbreak feels like.
“Mommy?” I reached forward and tugged on her sleeve. “Mommy where did daddy go? Will he come back Momma?” I was afraid. Afraid I’ll never see him again. She turned her head so I could see her eyes, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was practically looking out the passenger window, watching the cars pass by.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, Daddy won’t be coming home, he’s with Grandpa Jack, and remember Sam, our puppy we used to have. Well daddy is with them, they’ll be fine.” She leaned over and kissed me on my forehead; sat back in her seat and started the car. I was watching the stars, the lights, and the moon move by as we drove on the highway.
The screams and crying my mom has done on this day were horrific. Stuck in my head, I couldn’t get it out. My mind was driven to a point, where I wanted to just crawl up next to Mom and love her, beloved. I wanted her happy, no pain, no stress, and no sorrow. I needed her and she needed me.
After a while I grew tired and quickly fell asleep. Edwin and Thomas fell asleep two minutes into the drive but I couldn’t stay asleep; what felt like every thirty seconds, I would wake up.
***
I woke up in my bed, the sun shining through the windows. I peered around my room and hid under the covers to hide from the sadness growing inside me. Everything ached. I mean, EVERYTHING, even my toes. I curled up into a ball and quickly fell back asleep. I woke up once again but the sun wasn’t lighting up my room anymore. Instead lightning brought bright flashes through my window. Loud bangs made my heart beat faster. I scurried down the stairway to my mother’s room. She was lonely, I could tell.
Every morning Mom and Dad would be hugging in bed, fast asleep. She had her arms securely wrapped around her pillow. I could see where she has cried from the drenched spots on her pillow. I could hear her sniffling far down the hallway. I entered her room, leaping on her bed covering my head with the blanket.
“Annabelle. Is that you?”
I shuffled around, popping my head out of the blanket.
“I’m scared Momma!” I crawled up next to her. She was laying on her side, with her back to me so I rested my chin on her hip. “What time is it Momma?” She looked toward her feet, where the desk was.
“It’s eight fifty-six.” She rolled out of bed. She looked sick, really sick. Depressed and all. I laid there, next to Charlie our Collie. He was just a pup; dad got him a week ago. He rested his head on my arms, giving out a big sigh. I kissed his head and fell asleep laying my head on his back. We slept a long time, long enough the storm cleared up.
As soon as I woke up, I walked over to the kitchen where I found my mom cooking bacon and eggs. With toast on the side, she knew what I loved to eat. I was surprised to see her cooking with a mood so low. I wouldn’t blame her though. I sat down quietly at the table, not saying a word incase she’s on the edge. A plate with two eggs, two bacon and two toasts was set in front of me. I wolfed everything down, leaving my plate empty. I sat at the table, watching Mom play with the uneaten food in his plate. I put my plate on the counter and sat on the porch outside. Moist wind hit my face as soon as I opened the door.
I laid down on the swing, rocking back and forth, watching the soft rain drizzle from the gloomy clouds above. The rain continued getting harder; eventually the wind grew faster and the thunder started rolling. I scurried back into the house hiding under the blanket on the couch.
My mom sat next to me and I rested my head on her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair, which calmed me. A low but beautiful voice coming from my mother sang to me, it cracked every now and then; I could feel the tears falling on her jeans.
I felt dreadful for my mother, the sorrow, the stress, and the loneliness at night; I don’t think she could sleep. I didn’t move; just laid there silently, tricking her into thinking I was asleep. After a while she stopped singing and rested my head back on the couch, walking back to her room.
****
Edwin and Thomas were taking a nap by the time I “woke up”. Mom was on the phone talking to the funeral home manager. I overheard her conversation; she spoke about the funeral set up and the cremation. The funeral was to be tomorrow at noon and the cremation was going to be tonight. I crept up to my mom looking her in the eyes.
“What’s cremation?” I stood there with my “Cuddle Me Teddy Bear®” in one hand and my childhood blankie in the other. She knelt down on one knee and looked down, almost crying.
“It’s when daddy is put in a fire, a fire that brings the person to heaven. Daddy will go to heaven when we do this sweetie. We take some ashes, and bury the rest underground, leaving him to rest in peace.” A couple tears sped down her cheeks; she stood back up, sniffled and walked back to the fridge. I stood there speechless. I gradually made it to the living room once more where I watched cartoons for the rest of the day while the thunder rolled and the rain poured down. My mother called me to the bathroom where she drew my bath and got my pajamas ready for when I was done. I sat in the tub, surrounded by bubbles. I didn’t want to wash right now, just think. So I stayed there for a while until my mother knocked on the door asking me to hurry up. I sunk deeper into the water.
****
Here I was, back in bed, wrapped in a blanket. I felt warm, loved, invited to be here. It wasn’t long until I was fast asleep.
My father and I sat at a table, sharing a box of Tim-Bits from Tim Horton’s®. We were both smiling and laughing. I popped a jelly filled Tim-Bit into my mouth, jelly smeared over my chin. He leaned over and gently wiped the jelly off my chin with a napkin and gently left a kiss on my forehead. I couldn’t help but smile and hug him. He was like my guard, keeping the evil out and the love in. It got quieter and quieter by the minute. Wasn’t long until we were both silent.
He leaned over and looked me in the eyes, “You know, I’m not always going to be here for you sweetheart.” He looked down at the box of Tim-Bits and back at me, “but I’ll always be in your heart, no matter where I am, or what time it is.” He poked my chest where my heart was. I backed up and giggled as I grabbed onto his wrist. I looked back up at him, with a serious face.
“But Papa! You’re like superman! You’re the strongest man alive!” I flexed my weak, skinny arms. Making us both laugh. Once more, everything died down, silent as a ghost town. I could hear soft whispers all around. I looked around terrified, next thing I see, my father is walking away from the table, and everything goes dark. I beg him to stay for I was petrified.
“Papa!! Papa! Don’t leave me! Please Daddy!” I reached out for him by for some odd reason I couldn’t get up from my seat. I shook the whole chair, trying to break free from this force holding me seated.
“Daddy no!!” Finally I was released. I shot up from the chair darting for the front door. Nothing, no one was there. I threw the door open and stepped out. Skies of black rolled over quickly. Strange people with odd scary looking masks passed me. Staring into my soul. I backed away as one dodged towards me. Throwing their long hands into my face and screaming some language I do not know. I stumbled over a brick, enclosing a garden. I plummeted to the ground and stayed there, almost hidden from everyone.
All of a sudden this, almost cute, masked creature appeared out of the back yard. If I wasn’t mistaken it was a she. She lent her hand out to me. Gradually I reached my hand to grab hers, almost like magic, I floated back onto my feet. She was at least six feet tall, three feet taller than I was. She looked at me, a way like nobody did. She didn’t move, just looked deeply into my eyes.
I could feel the blood in my veins slowly turn to ice. I was scared half to death. It got creepier, and creepier by the minute. This dreadful smell radiated off of this, creature. It was a mixture of rotten food and death.
Finally, she slowly tilted her head to the left. She raised both hands to her face and removed the mask. Her appearance startled me. I stepped back and almost fell over again but she caught me. Horns grew from her forehead, blood black eyes watched over you, snow-white skin shown off her black-blooded veins.
I reached out to touch her face but she stopped me. I waited a while longer and tried again; it was calling my name. My middle finger barely brushed along her blackened cheek. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the back yard. I screamed bloody murder once I realized my skin started burning away. Everything burned away, my bones, ligaments, and veins. I was so close to being completely gone. The right side of my chest, and my right arm were melted away. I screamed louder as the masked creeps gathered around.
One with a black and white face walked up to me. He removed his mask reveling the face of my father. I gasped, “Daddy!! Help me daddy! It hurts so badly!” Tears streamed down my face as he reached out and touched my face. As if he didn’t care, he walked away, back into the forest. All the freaky creatures furiously dug into my skin, ripping me apart shred by shred. My skin, my bones, my muscles, and everything thing that wasn’t melted away was ripped from my body.
****
I woke up screaming and crying. Hyperventilating in a puddle of tears. My mother had me in her arms, Edwin and Thomas sitting on the ground watching me, I must have woken everyone up. Mother cradled me in her arms and hushed my sobbing voice.
“ Annabelle!! Baby girl, what’s wrong?” She was almost screaming and worried to death. I didn’t know what to do and I was too scared to speak. My mother opened the blinds; almost as if I were a rabid animal protecting my child, I shot up off the bed to hide the outside from my vision. I was scared. Very scared. I sat back down and continued crying.
“I had a bad dream momma… a very bad dream, scary people from outside, tore me apart, and pushed me around, and papa was one of them.” I hugged her tightly, not letting go. She rubbed my back, telling me everything was going to be okay. Eventually she carried me to her room, half asleep. She threw her large, but warm comforter over me. It wasn’t long until I was asleep again.
****
I woke up to Mom’s alarm clock buzzing loudly in my ear. I scurried out of the bed to the kitchen where Momma was already cooking breakfast. “Good morning Annabelle.” She spoke quietly. I rubbed my eyes and continued to the table. Not long after I sat down, a fresh plate of over-easy eggs, bacon and buttered toast was set in front of me. I played with my food for a little then dug in. After she cooked her meal she sat at the table with me but barley ate.
“Momma? When will the funeral be?” I looked up at her, but she didn’t bother looking back.
“It’s today baby girl, we have to leave in a couple hours, at ten.” She took a bite of bacon and sat her plate on the counter next to the sink. I followed shortly after. Doing the same as she did. That’s how I wanted to live my life, following my momma’s footsteps, doing as she’s done. Saying what she says. Acting how she acts. She’s amazing, and the best lady ever. I want to be just like her when I grow up. Before I could speak my Mom was already leading me to the bathtub.
“I want you to clean before we go to the funeral.” She turned on the bath water for me, grabbed a towel for when I was done, and left the room. I stood there waiting for the bath to fill. Before it was halfway mother walked back in to stop the water. “Make it quick sweetheart.” She left once again. I bathed quickly and scurried to her room.
“What do you want me to wear again?” I tiled my head to the right a little; I always do these kinds of things. She reached into her closet and grabbed a beige dress with a brown hem. It was really pretty. I grabbed some underwear from my bedroom and slid the dress over my head. Spinning around the dress’s hem rose and twirled. It looked amazing. Mom came up to me and braided my hair around my head, and latched the necklace Papa got me around my neck. It looked like I was wearing a braided crown! I felt like a princess. Before I knew it, it was already quarter to ten. I grabbed my jacket and joined Mom in the car.

It was huge in the building. It had this funky smell to it that made my nose tingly. The pews were glorious. They were dark pine wood and smooth. As I walked to the front pew, I would run my fingertips along the tops of the pews. Everyone I knew was there, Grandpa was there with Grandma. Aunt Kelley, and uncle Marc were sitting next to mom. Uncle Matt and Aunt Jessica. All my cousins were here too, Kim, James, and Louise. I passed my Mom and she grabbed my arm, indicating she wanted me to sit. A bunch of people walked in, teary eyes and shaky hands.
They all lined up next to the coffin to go around the family crescent, hugging and showing sympathy to everyone. I was last but it was okay. After a while I had that old lady scent stuck to my clothes. I eventually went to the bathroom to look for Frebreez to cover up the scent. I smelled like lilacs after that, which my mom questioned about. It was okay though, I smelled good and I didn’t do anything bad to get the Frebreez. I sat back in my chair and the priest started talking. I grew tired, really tired. And eventually fell asleep in my mom’s arms.
***
“I was in the dark. A loud booming voice made my eardrums vibrate. “FOR HEALTH, AND FOR SICKNESS. TIL DEATH DO YOU APART. FOREVER IN YOUR FAVOR.” Loudness scared me. It was a he, defiantly a he. His voice was deep. Real deep. I scuttled around. Trying to hide from what might come upon me. “WE THEREFORE COMMIT HIS BODY TO THE GROUND;” I screamed in terror, without knowing what he’s saying, “EARTH TO EARTH. ASHES TO ASHES; DUST TO DUST” I got light headed and he continued, “IN THE SURE AND CERTAIN HOPE OF THE RESURRECTION TO ETERNAL LIFE.” Everything was shaking. My heart was pounding harder and harder. I ran around.
“MOMMA! MOMMA! WHERE ARE YOU?” As I screamed the voice repeated its self, getting louder and louder. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t see anything.
Maybe I was blind?
Maybe I’m lost in a black hole?
Who knows?
I hit something. It’s texture was cold, kind of sticky, but slimy at the same time. Kind of like a frog’s skin. The lights slowly turned on. I screamed and backed away quickly.
A tall black figured man, stood in front of me. It wasn’t much of a man though, just had the shape of one. It had two white long triangles running down his face. The base of the triangles started right below his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His skin was black and gross; it was atrocious. His eyes were completely black, no other colors. His hands weren’t normal as mine. His fingers grew long and sharp in a tattered way.
He reached out for my face with his bloody claws. I scurried back trying to escape this nightmare. His laugh, that terrible laugh haunts me. Booming, deep, inhuman. It was petrifying.
I got up and started running. He appeared everywhere. Every direction I faced he was already there. He lifted his hand to my face and extended out his elongated claw to my mouth. I didn’t move because I was paralyzed.
He slid his claw down my throat. I was crying, shaking and screaming on the inside. A headache grew stronger and more painful. His claw gradually slid down my body. Slicing everything in its way.
My tongue was first, didn’t take long. My jaw was split in half, and my throat was cut open. My ribs split apart. I was practically dead. Once he got to the middle of my chest. He removed his claw and stood there for a minute. He slowly tilted his head to the right, and looked me in the eyes.
I was still crying terribly. With a quick nudge, he dug his claws into my chest and ripped me open. I fell… dead. The booming voice continued loudly. Repeating what he’s said earlier.
I woke up in the church. Everyone huddled around me. The priest was holding a cross to my head with the bible open in his hand. “What happened?” I whispered to everyone. They all looked worried and scared.
****
My mom didn’t talk the whole way home. I was scared. I didn’t know what had happened. So I just gazed out the window. As we pulled in the driveway to our house, Charlie started barking frantically. I blocked my ears as we walked in and my Mom let the dog out. She sat on the couch in front of me and I just looked away.

I stood on a pine wood stage besides forty-nine other students. A lengthy teal graduation gown rewarded me for successfully finishing my school years of high school. I walked forward as they called my name. A stunning white sash draped over my shoulders and a snow-white cap. A woman shorter than me reached her hands out, one meeting for a handshake, and the other holding a perfectly rolled paper certifying me of my graduation. I smiled for a picture as my mother stood up to get a clear image. I walked back to my seat and waited for the other students to get their graduation diploma.
Shortly after the graduation, the party had begun. I was draped in a short white dress, which fitted me perfectly. It was strapless with a pink wrap around my waist. On the left side of the pink wrap, there were small jewels. I was beautiful and proud to be wearing this dress. I had long dark brown hair that shaped to one side of my head. Giant curls, and a dash of glitter made my appearance stand out. My eyes were auburn with a small green speck.
Family members, teachers, friends and parents who knew me all came up to me one by one hugging me and congratulating me. I know it’s been twelve years since he’s been gone, but I still miss him. I know he is here, just not in my reach. I needed time alone; I couldn’t be around anyone while I did this. So I just went to my old math teacher’s classroom. Of course, Mr. Terric being old and forgetful left his door unlocked.
I sat at his desk and started talking. “Well, look where I am now Dad. I’m a big girl now.” I started opening Mr. Terric’s drawers and shuffling around with his stuff. “I got the honor roll! Although I don’t think I’ll be going to college.” I paused and doodled a little. “I’ve got better plans.” I tossed the pencil back on the desk in a careless way and left the scene.
“Where have you been? We were supposed to leave an hour ago!” My mother dragged me by my wrist to the exit.
“I was at the bathroom.” Lying, not my favorite thing to do, but I didn’t want to bring father up; Mom is finally getting over it slowly. Bringing it back up would mess that up. I pulled my hand away from her grasp with no reaction. We both continued walking. I hopped in the front seat of my Mazda 3. We drove home not saying a word. I had this odd feeling, as if someone were watching me. Sitting behind my seat. Looking over my shoulder about to lash out and bite me in the neck. I looked in rear view mirror to find nothing. “Mom, I don’t think I’m going to college.” I took a peek at her reaction.
“Why wouldn’t you? You’re one of the smartest in your grade!” She stared at me concerned.
I didn’t reply. Silence filled the car. I didn’t know what to say so I just turned on the radio. Great. No XM signal.
“Annabelle?” I looked at her for a split second then glued my eyes back to the road where skid marks lay. The smell of burning tires filled the car mixing with the smell of mint. I peered down at a pack of mint gum left open. The smell was giving me a huge headache after a couple minutes.
“I decided to go on an adventure Mother. Is that too much? I want to travel the world.” I took one hand off the wheel and wiped the tears that were slowly building up. “It’s not like it’s your decision what I do with my life anyways. Plus I have the college money I’ve been saving up to use when I journey the Earth. I won’t regret this Mom.”
She looked out the window, preventing an argument she will defiantly lose in. We were almost home when the clock struck midnight. As soon as the door was opened, I set my papers, and gown on the table, and headed to my bedroom. I felt weak. My face exuded signs of extreme fatigue. I dozed off into a deep sleep without changing or taking off my shoes. I was just too weak.
****
“Hello?” I stood in front of huge mirror panes that covered each wall, including the ceiling. “Hello? Anyone there?” It seemed like the mirror was a two-way mirror due to the fact I faintly saw a man standing with his back to me. “Hello!” I was almost yelling at a mirror.
“Hello sweetheart.” He turned around for me to realize, it was my father.
“Daddy!” I pushed up against the mirror, “Daddy please, come here, I miss you. Dad!” Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“You have to listen, I can’t stay too long I ha—”-“
“Why can’t you? Dad, please don’t go I haven’t seen you for twelve years. Please.”
He stepped forward, not out of the mirror but closer to me.
“I can’t, I’m sorry. I wanted to know why you aren’t going to college. Is it because of me?” I could easily notice the sorrow in his face. His eyes were gloomy and gray. Not the fun auburn as they were before. I looked down and thought for a minute.
“Sort of, yes. That man, THAT MURDERER,” I scream, trying to calm myself, “wasn’t put to justice, he belongs in prison. Where he can’t hurt anyone else.”
My father was crying. He’s never cried before. I’ve never seen him cry or heard OF him crying.

I was awoken by a loud thunderclap. The house rumbled and the dog scurried off my bed to hide. I crawled out of bed and changed into pajamas. I needed to be in something more comfortable. My windows were left open last night so I could smell and feel the moistness in the air. I shut the windows tightly and tiptoed to the kitchen. In the fridge sat neglected food. Rotten cheese, molded bread, flat soda and outdated beverages taunted me. My stomach wouldn’t stop growling but if I ate or drank any of this, my stomach wouldn’t take too long to regurgitate this. I searched the cabinets for something up to date. Took about twenty minutes until I came upon some Mac’n’Cheese. I boiled that in a pot while looked for a good movie to watch. All of the movies we had were old, so I just plopped The Lion King into the VCR and ate Mac’n’Cheese until sunrise.
I stood in front of the stove. A huge bowl of pancake mix sat next to me waiting to be poured. The news was on the television. I peeked over to see what the news anchor was talking about. She had mentioned a storm brewing north to our location. I sighed and continued cooking. Storms were always over here in Tennessee. It was nearly nine o’clock when Mother walked into the kitchen. She walked right up to the table and sat down without speaking a word. The sweet smell of pancakes filled the room and eventually mixed with maple syrup as Mother poured it on her fluffy pancakes. Thomas was now sixteen and Edwin had just turned thirteen. They walked in one after the other. As usual they were arguing about some video game or vehicle. I usually didn’t acknowledge them while they fought, so I kept on cooking. After a while everyone got pancakes and we all ate silently.
“Mom, are you bringing me to soccer practice?” Edwin was a total jock. He played every sport known to man. He wasn’t too buff, but he had some muscles. He was five foot eleven with dark brown hair and green eyes. He had most of my mother’s features. Thomas had most of my dad’s features, square head, and a muscular body. He was tallest in the house. He stood six foot five, with dark brown hair and auburn eyes. Like Father and I.
“I can’t. The car is broken. I need to bring it to the car dealership for them to fix it, but they’re closed today.” Mom didn’t look up from her plate. Instead she played with her last pancake. Eventually fresh rain drowned the smell of pancakes and maple syrup.
“Edwin, I don’t think you will be having soccer practice,” I looked out the window and Edwin sat next to me.
“Oh well. I’ll call coach later.” He got up and left the room. I sat on the bench beside the window and watched the raindrops race down the windowpane. Lightning flashed all around, and thunder shook the house. Big bright lightning bolts rained down from the sky, lighting up the area. Almost instantly after one bright blue lightning bolt, loud obnoxious thunder rattled my eardrums. I stumbled away from the windows.
“Annabelle? Are you okay?” Mother peeked her head out from behind the wall. I nodded and looked back out the window. Minutes after that happened, policemen, ambulances, and fire trucks zoomed by the house. I eventually grew bored watching lightning and raindrops fall to the ground. I crawled back to the couch where I fell asleep.

I was sitting at the kitchen table. Alone. No Mother. No Father. No brothers.
“Hello?” I cried out. No reply. The smell of fire smoke filled my lungs. Smoke, thick smoke poured out from under my mother’s door. “Mom?” I got up and rushed to her door. Banging on the door I screamed her name. “Carol! Carol! Mother it’s me open the door! Mom!” No reply.
I ran down the stairs to the basement where Father would keep his tools. I reached for a crowbar and rushed back to the door. Using the crowbar I pried open Mother’s door and rushed inside. Heat singed the hair on my arms. I covered my face preventing my face from being burnt.
As the smoke cleared my path, a flame grew on the outer wall. I stood there shocked. “Mom!” She lay on her bed, in a puddle of blood. Motionless. Edwin and Thomas screamed from the closet where they were tied up and gagged. I quickly removed the cloths from their mouths and helped them out of the room. I rushed back into Mother’s room and carried her out.
As I shut the door to her bedroom a tall man stopped me. He flung the door open and I stepped back. I looked into the man’s eyes and I saw the incident once more. The gunshot echoed in my head. The blood puddles flooded my memory. All of this was coming back.
The murder was in front of me once more. I wasn’t going to back away like the little girl I was when my father was shot. I pushed the man into the flames and slammed the door shut. Thomas and Edwin helped carry mother out of the house into the van. The house fire grew bigger and bigger. Impossibility grew also.
The man walked out of the flames. Unharmed. He dashed to the van when I started it. I threw the vehicle in reverse and tromped on the gas pedal. The van sped down our driveway into the empty road. We drove down the road until we met up with the man. He took Father’s truck. My heart cracked more and more this man showed up. I hadn’t realized it but tears were streaming down my face.
“Step on it Anna!” Thomas was screaming at me. I choked up and sharply turned the wheel. Everything went black. All I remember was lifting my face from a puddle of blood. The car flipped to its side. Shattered glass spilled over the road. Edwin and Thomas lay by my side motionless. Speechless. Lifeless. I cried out and the man returned. He held Father’s pistol in one hand. He held the pistol to my face and pulled the trigger. BANG!
****
I woke up with Thomas shaking me violently; he looked at me and let out a huge sigh, “Anna, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know! I had a nightmare,” I looked down at my clenched fists and released the strain. Mother walks in as Thomas hugs me and goes to Edwin who’s screaming his name from the kitchen.
“I started packing for you.” Mother leaned against the doorframe with her skinny arms crossed. She smiled and walked forward to sit next to me. “Do you know where you are going first? Oklahoma? Missouri?” I looked down at her pants that we re covered in white polka dots.
“I’m not sure yet.” I stood up and continued packing the rest of my clothes.
“Is it far? Will you come back and visit?” She looked me in the eyes.
“It could be far, like I’ve mentioned, I want to explore the world, and I’ve promised something to someone, and I will keep that promise. The promise is kind of important to me.” I stacked the packed boxes and lay back down. I was getting light headed. My heart was racing. My hands were going numb. I rolled over on my stomach and slept.

“-“

No dreams. No flashbacks. Nothing. I woke up next to my mom. She stayed the whole time. I guess she fell asleep too. I slowly got up from the bed and moved to the living room. Edwin and Thomas were still playing video games. “What time is it?” I rubbed my eyes and sat between them.
“It’s only six o’clock.” Edwin replied. Thomas was too concentrated on his gaming technique. I looked at them like they insulted me.
“You guys have been playing for eight hours?” I stood up and looked down on them. They both nodded. Angrily I shut off the console without regret. “You guys are going to do something. Go mow the lawn, or do the dishes! Stop being lazy!” I pulled them up from their seats and lied down on the couch. I turned on the television to some news channel, I haven’t heard from. I looked closely to see a face that made my heart race.
The name Rick Delgado captioned the picture. Those blood beaten eyes stared me down as the picture slowly took over my mind. The newscaster’s voice grew louder. “Rick Delgado, killed two children last Friday at two o’clock in the morning in London.” She continued but I tried to recognize the face.
Suddenly, I remembered. My 6th birthday, the shooting, the screaming, the blood, the sirens and flashing blue lights. I nearly threw the remote at the television when my mother walked in.
“What do you want to eat for supper?” She stood behind me and waited for my reply. I looked back nervously and clamed my heartbeat that was hardly pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes only to find the smell of Vegetable Stir Fry invading my nose, driving my taste buds wild, and making my stomach growl.
“I’m craving Vegetable Stir Fry. Can you make some? Add some cooked rice in there too please?” She walked off indicating she was right on it. I sat at the island counter watching her chop vegetables. “Want me to help?” She raised her eyebrows and I repeated myself, “Do you need my help?” She shook her head and continued chopping. I sat there and played on my tablet until she was done supper.
“Here you go.” A fresh plate of cooked vegetables slid in front of me. I took a small bite out of the mount of veggies and looked up at her who leaned against the counter.
“Mom, this tastes amazing!” I dug a crater out of my meal and stuffed my mouth. The plate was nearly empty when she had gotten her plate ready. My plate was passed back to Mother and filled completely for me to enjoy. “This will be my last supper until I’m leaving. I think it’s best for me to leave sooner so I don’t change my mind.” We always talk about serious stuff when eating supper.
“You know, I will still be here for you to return home sweetie.” I looked up and saw her shaking. “I’m going to miss you. How long do you think until I can see you again?” She leaned closer to me and watched my eyes. I looked around the room but didn’t bother looking back at her. The smell of rice filled my lungs as I shuffled the Stir Fry in my plate. I took another big bite of rice and vegetables before I answered.
“Well. It could be a couple months before I return. I haven’t really planned everything yet. I guess I can just follow the wind.” I scooped up the last bit of rice and shoveled it into my mouth. I wiped off the little grains of rice and vegetables I didn’t bother eating and sat my plate at the bottom of the kitchen sink.
“Do you have enough money for all this?” Mother did the same as I’ve done and we both went back to my room. “I mean the currency is always different. Sometimes you’ll need more American money. How will you work if you’re always going to be traveling?” She sat on my bed as I piled more boxes on top of each other.
“I have thousands of dollars in my banking account. I’ll be fine Mother.” In my room, there was this special smell. It always smelled like apple cinnamon. It was an amazing smell when you want to feel welcomed. My room was always dimmed and real warm inside. It reminds me of Christmas nights by the fireplace.
With the family we would all sing the infants to sleep. Those are the memories I miss. By tomorrow, I won’t be with family anymore. It’ll be Charlie and I. Charlie was always hiding somewhere or asleep on someone’s bed. I let out a loud whistle followed by Charlie’s name. He came running around the corner and onto my bed. He was still active for an old dog. We treat him well and he grew up strong and healthy.
“You don’t plan on bringing my Charlie with you, do you? “ Mother wrapped her arms around Charlie’s head and gave him a gentle kiss on his nose. “Who else will sleep with me at night?” She ran her fingers though his smooth, thick fur.
“Who else will protect me from going into depression from loneliness?” I smiled and changed into my pajamas. “I was just going to bring him for a couple months. I can bring him back when I come visit. I just don’t want to be alone for the first time.” I sat next to my mom. She ran her fingers through my hair and made little braids.
“I understand sweetheart. Plus we still have Hercules around here somewhere.” She looked under my bed and pulled out a yellow tiger cat with piercing orange eyes. I laughed and ran my hand down the side of his body. He lifted his back the closer I got to his tail. “You should get some sleep. You’re leaving early tomorrow.” She kissed me on my forehead and left my bedroom. I turned the lamp off next to my bed and crawled under the blanket. My body took in the warmth of the comforter. Charlie snuggled up next to me and let out a big breath.
“Oh Charlie. You ready to go for a fun trip? Starts tomorrow! Better get some good sleep!” I kissed his forehead and shut my eyes.

I sat in a room with a boy. He looked at least twenty-one. His smile was amazing. His teeth were as nice as an actor’s. His teeth were perfectly straight and whiter than freshly fallen snow. His lips and cheeks were full and rosy pink. His face was long. He was taller than me and, muscular. He had dirty blonde hair that was merely too short, along with astonishing emerald eyes.
He got up from across me to sit next to me. The closer he got to me the more warm, and inviting I felt.

The dream ended when his hand brushed along my cheek. “Who was he?” I would whisper to myself every time I thought of it.
“Annabelle! Are you awake?” Mother’s tired, but loud voice caught my attention. I carried a couple boxes down the stairs and asked for help.
“Thomas, Edwin, can you guys help carry some boxes outside?” They both nodded and scurried up the stairs. “Can you make me breakfast-to-go?” I looked up at Mom who was already making me some waffles. “Okay, you’re already making me some,” I gave out a small laugh and carried the boxes to the truck outside the house. I tossed the biggest boxes into the back first and ended with the small boxes last.
“Bye Anna, I’ll miss you,” Thomas was the first to speak up. He gave me a warm inviting hug. I got teary eyed when it came to Mother. She gave me a big hug and handed me an extra two hundred dollars.
“Just incase you go on a shopping spree.” Her smile gave me goose bumps. The warmth I felt when she put effort into caring for me, I could feel that she was always there for me. It was an amazing feeling, knowing that.
“Well, I better get going, Charlie looks excited.” We both peered down to see Charlie hopping around every with his tongue sticking out. We let out a couple chuckles and parted our ways.
It was extremely foggy outside. Clouds covered the hills, and floated over the lake. What a beautiful scene that was. The wolves howled in the early mourning. Loons called out to their family and friends. Deer scurry back to the forests.
Everything is beautiful in the morning, if you get the exact time, you could watch the skies glow a bright pink, blue and orange. Before then, the roads look like a never-ending mystery. Driving into the fog, not being able to see. Not knowing if there could be a man, or a deer waiting right in your blind spot. Once you realize, it would have been too late.
The airport was quite busy, people shoving and dodging others to get to their flight in time. I made my way to the front desk to be guided to my flight. It was difficult to see where the door was due to the fact people piled up in front of it argued over the direction they should be going. I pushed through the crowd to a lady standing by the door.
“Ticket please?” I handed her a small rectangle paper and she stamped it. “You’re free to go, have a nice flight.” She threw a beautiful white smile at me. I replied with a nod and a small smile.
The plane was huge. Two rows of two seats side by side were boarding the side of the plane while one big row of three seats ran down the middle. I kept repeating to myself, “B-46, B-46,”
A man quickly turned towards me swinging his large, heavy suitcase towards my face, I dodged it and yelled out “Watch where you’re swinging’ your luggage man!” He apologized and swiveled around me. “B-46, B-46” I worriedly walked down the isle. Nothing.
“May I help you?” A lady dressed in a red gown with a little circular cap tapped on my shoulder. I nodded and handed her my seat number. She led my way to the back of the plane. It was smaller in the back, and more relaxed. I sat down in my seat, pulled out my Macbook pro, and started typing.

I have started this journal entry on a laptop I had gotten for a graduation gift. Here is what I wrote,

“Here I am, about to leave. They brought Charlie down to the bottom of the plane where the animals stayed. I guess a lot of people bring their animals. I could feel the loneliness Charlie felt. Being alone in the dark, smelly, scary animals surround him.
I had been on a plane before, that’s all I remember; I was too young to remember anything. I haven’t told my mother why I’m doing this yet. I was watching television two weeks earlier and the same face, I saw the same face I saw on that day, long, slim, tired looking face. It was as if his image was burnt in my head, I couldn’t forget it.”

I looked up from my laptop. A big group of people barged through the door and rushed to their seats. Screaming like maniacs they argued about their own family problems. I acted like I couldn’t hear but silently eavesdropped. The parents and grandparents were ranting about their house address they’d be going to, “No, no, no, no, no!!!” The father yelled as he stuffed his suitcase into the carrier above “It’s on Maple Ave! Jackson told me it was!” Jackson must have been the son; he looked up at his father and talked back.
“No! I never said that! Stop putting words in my mouth!”
Then the mother stepped forward, “It’s on Carter Street! I was told by Granny, and Marcus back at home!” She nudged granny who was practically sleeping. She didn’t move, but snored pretty loudly. I look closer to see two toddlers fighting, pulling their hair. One fell to the ground and the mother screamed out angrily.
“YOU TWO, STOP!” I shook my head and continued typing, and continued writing.

‘These people on the plane seemed psychotic. Screaming, pushing others over seats, and their kids, screaming bloody murder, throwing stuff everywhere. The little boy threw his juice box at me about five minutes ago.” I felt a rumble, as the plane started moving forward. I felt my stomach drop as we lifted off the ground.

The clouds were snow white and puffy as cotton. Almost reminded me of a little bunny we used to have that I named Snow White. I rested my head against the side of the plane and watched out the window, as my eyes grew heavy, and eventually closed.

“I woke up in the plane, this ravishing smell caught my attention. I turned my head to the back of the plane. It was empty and dim. “Hello?” I screamed out, I could hear my voice echo. This confining emptiness grew inside as I rose from my seat. “Hello? Anyone out there?”
I crept to the front of the plane and no one appeared. Suddenly, a loud horrendous crash terrified me. I collapsed to the floor of the plane, crawled to a carrier case across from the bathrooms and hid there.
I heard stomping coming from the back of the plane, with each stomp my heart beat harder, and faster. The flight attendant passed by. “Hello?” I screamed out from the carrier “Hello! Madam! Please! I need your help!” I practically collapsed out of the carrier and rose from the ground. “Hello!” The echoing returned and I chased after the lady.
I barged through the door of the pilots’ room. No one was there, “Hello?” I looked around and found nothing. I turned back around after a couple minutes have passed. My heart pounded in my chest, and my legs grew weak. The flight attendant stood in front of me, a bloody gash crossed over her neck.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” I grabbed onto her shoulders as she stared blankly past me. I couldn’t shake her out of the deep, gloomy trance she was in. She leisurely turned around and walked down the isle. I followed her, to see where she disappears.
We walked until the door of the plane was between us. We both faced the door. She started for the door as I shook my head slowly, realizing what she was going to do. She grabbed onto the latch that held the door firmly shut. “No, NO! You can’t do that! NO!”
She pulled the latch down and the door flung open. The air pressure from our height sucked us out of the plane like a vacuum. We both plummeted to the earth. Not even the adrenaline, thrill, rush, the terrifying feeling once this is over, so is your life, woke her from her trance.
“Hey!” I tried screaming to her, I didn’t know what else to do. Somehow I was able to roll over, falling with my back to the earth, to see the immense airplane following closely behind. I positioned myself with my head to the earth, and feet to the sky. I started swerving out of the way of the plane, until it’s wing came down on me.
The end of the wing made contact with my left hip, I screamed out in pain and the woman snapped out of her trance, she looked at me worried, scared, terrified. She started screaming bloody murder once the feeling of the gash in her neck has come back to reality. I pushed myself away from the plane towards her and realized my legs were paralyzed. We weren’t much further from the ground when we started seeing little kids running around in a playschool’s yard. I braced myself as gravity pulled me down.
Once I was close enough, I look down to see my father’s murderer looking up at me giving me sinful grin. The flight attendant made it to the ground before I did. A loud crashing racket caught my attention as I watched the gruesome disaster as the blood splattered everywhere, alone with broken bones and mashed up organs. I collide with the ground and it was over.

I wake up with the flight attendant shaking me, what happened? I wouldn’t know. I talked it over with the flight attendant, and convinced her I didn’t need any more help. She walked off to the other, curious people and reassured them that I was okay. I pulled out my journal and continued writing.

“Why does this keep happening to me? Every time I have a nightmare, there are people around me, scared! What happens when I sleep? This is starting to scare me. Maybe I should go to a doctor for this.”

I rested my head on the wall of the plane and watched outside as the sun leisurely hid behind the snow-tipped mountains. I watched as the ground got closer and closer as the plane glided back to the Earth’s surface.
A rough landing brought sickness to my stomach. We all got off the plane and I waited for the airport workers to bring me Charlie. The two of us walked into the airport and looked around. There was a strong coffee smell that made me crave it. I spotted a coffee stand that was running quite busy, so I took my spot in line and waited a while until I got my coffee.
The delicious warmth of the coffee was satisfying. We walked through the crowds to a payphone. I tossed a couple coins into the machine and dialed a taxi business number.
“Hello! Need a ride?” His voice was low and handsome; it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
“Um, yes! I do! I’m at the,” I looked up to see a large sign that read Gatwick Airport, “I’m at the Gatwick Airport! I need to go to a car rental location.” You could hear him smack the pen, or pencil, down on the table.
“Okay! I’ll be there in a few minutes, can I have your name?”
“My name is Annabelle,” I smiled as we hung up and made my way to the front entrance where benches and people filled the open space. I sat down on the bench and waited.
Charlie jumped and tugged at the leash. London airports seemed busier than the ones back at home. It wasn’t long until a bright yellow taxicab pulled up and a tall bearded man walked out. He held a white piece of paper decorated with my name. I nodded at him and carried my heavy bags to the cab.
“Here! Let me help!” I handed him the bags and he loaded the trunk. I watched him as he gently set the luggage in the truck and closed it. He walked over to where I was standing and opened the door for me. I smiled and pushed my hair behind my ear. I sat on the warm leather seats. Charlie shortly followed. “Um, is he trained well?” He looked at Charlie and back at me.
“Yes very! As a puppy his owner was a professional dog trainer, I adopted him after his training was done.” I smiled and ran my hand down from his head to his tail. He rested his head on my lap and slept there. The taxi driver turned around and nodded.
“Where are you heading?” I looked up shocked as I was zoning out.

The sky was beautiful. The clouds smoothly moved across the sky. Charlie, being the dog he is, stuck his head out of the window to get a fresh, crisp breeze or air to run through his fur. His tail wagged lively, hitting my arm gently.
We reached the suburbs where old, dusty stores and shops stood lonely. It was empty over in this part of town. An old broken neon sign read, “Dustin’s Car Rental”. We pulled into the compacted parking lot filled with neglected broken down cars. “Is this the best we can get?”
He looked up at me and paused. “Well it’s not the best but it’s the closest.” I nodded and looked out the window. I paid the taxi cab driver and sneakily walked up to the front door. I knocked on the broken door, and a man with a furious face stepped outside. His large muscular body, decorated with boldly blackened tattoos frightened me. I examined this man, he was quite tall, with short grey hair; his eyes are a tad auburn, mixed with bright yellow. I backed away waited to see what he would do. He hung his hands on the strap of his overalls and looked me in the eyes.
“Welcome Miss! How may I help you?” His voice was deep and reminded me of the deep inhuman voice in my nightmare when I was younger. A pain in my chest brought great pressure enclosing on my lungs. I could feel the stillness in my body. He looked worriedly at my face. My vision went to a blur and my body goes numb.
A strong grasp to my arms brings me back to reality and everything goes back to normal. “Are you okay?” He holds onto me securing my stance. I stare into his mysterious bold black eyes. His large muscular hands freed my arms from his grasp. I step back to rebuild my strength. “Miss?” He looked into my eyes and I looked back.
I cleared my throat and continued talking, “Um. Yes. I’m fine, thank you.” I looked around and back at him who was still staring at me. “I need a car.” He brought me to the back of his yard where a bunch of old, and new cars sit quietly.
“Pick one,” he looked around as I did, “your choice, all of the cars are the same price.” He walked back into his garage while I searched around. I came along this white car; supposedly it was a Toyota Camry. It was beautiful. Surrounded by beaten, destroyed cars, in this dump. It was the one I wanted.
I walked back to where the man was and told him which car. He handed me the keys without talking and nodded. I slowly, and gently drove the car out of the yard and onto the newly paved road. The car had a GPS built into it; I was guessing the previous owner had installed it. I punched in a couple numbers and words. The GPS started talking to me in the most robotic female voice. She spoke with a fluent voice, telling me where to go.
The GPS navigation brought me to a decent three star hotel. I parked the car in an empty area and entered the building.
It didn’t look busy at all from the outside, but my first step into the building people swarmed around Charlie and I. Pushing, shoving, everyone was talking among each other. It was quite rambunctious. I found my way to the service desk where a tall, green-eyed brunette offered me help. Without trouble, she signed me out for a room.
Lucky enough, my room was next door to the swimming pool. I swung the door to my room open. What seemed like a short corridor led me to the main bedroom, where the bed, the television, a small round table with two chairs and a dresser fill the empty space. I tossed my bags onto the dresser and lay in bed with Charlie for a while.
My body was aching, and my head was throbbing. I reached into my purse to pull out some Aleve for my unbearable migraine. A strong smell of chlorine, along with the warmth, filled the room as I opened the door. The sounds of screaming children made my eyes roll back into my head.
I quickly slammed the door to prevent any more pain and lifted my hands to my head; I tightly closed my eyes and put pressure on my head, hoping it will stop hurting. It didn’t. My chest grew tighter and my legs got weak. I didn’t know what else to do so I just lay in bed. Slowly falling asleep to the sound of the television. Charlie slept beside me, protecting me from danger.

“I lay on the ground. Dew slides onto my face from the long strands of grass. I look around as the stars and the full moon benevolently moved across the sky. A flock of crows flew over my head, spooking me. I stood up hastily to see I was lying down in the dead zone of a graveyard.
I stand still for a moment until I heard sort of a ripping sound. I look behind me to see a tremendous wolf, pulling at a man’s soulless body. The wolf stepped forward a howled at the moon. Leading the howl came dozens of wolves. They all surrounded me. My body started shaking in fear and I started panicking.
The terrible growling behind me caught my attention. I looked back to see two wolves fighting. I stepped back as the others’ attention was taken off of me. Slowly I crept out of the crowd and ran into a nearby forest.
The crunching of the broken trees and branches caught their attention, again. I ran as hard as I could and met up with another. This one was bigger, must have been the alpha male. I quickly turned right towards an opening. I dashed for the open field ahead. Wasn’t long until another wolf quickly blocked my path. I had two choices. Run towards the wolf and see what happens, or get to higher grounds.
I looked around, aware that the pack of wolves were nearly twenty feet from me, I lashed up swinging from a sturdy, ridged branch of a tree. I pulled myself up over the branch and continued climbing. I stared down upon the bloodthirsty wolves clawing at the tree. The sight was beautiful. I had no idea where I was at the moment.
I examined my surroundings once I got to the top of the Elm tree. There it was, Big Ben. I could see it from far away. It was a glorious sight. The city lights drained my mind into a land of peace, and equality.
A hand reached from behind me, tightly wrapping his hand around my neck. Everything came back, the vicious wolves, the cold breeze gave me goose bumps, and the mysterious grip scared me. I turn around to see Dad’s murderer, Rick Delgado. His dirty hands grew tighter around my neck.
He walked over to the edge of the branch, holding me over the savaged animals. I kick my feet around trying to find a branch, or something. Nothing. His low voice spoke to me, “You are just like your father, trying to save the world from evil, and he was nothing. He couldn’t even make friends as a child. No one wanted him. I didn’t want him, and I don’t want you either.” His strong grip lets go.
As I plummet to the wolves, I hit every branch on the way down. I was almost at the bottom when this hand reaches out. It wraps around my waist and pulls me to the side safely. Rick Delgado furiously fights his way towards me. I open my eyes and see the same man I’ve seen in my last dream.
“Who are you?” I whisper while looking deeply into his eyes.
“No time for that,” He looks up for Rick who is already almost to where we are. “We have company.” He sets me down on the branch and we start running, we ran into the opening but the wolves and Rick followed shortly behind. We came to a cliff. Not one that you can climb down. This cliff was miles high. He slid on a parachute and looked at me. “Are you coming?” He opened his hands.
“We can’t do this! That can’t hold both of us!” I worriedly panic about the weight capacity for the parachute.
“Trust me, please.” His deep green eyes stared me down, easing me into going along with what we were doing. I held his hand as we both trust fall off the cliff.

I woke up to banging on my door.
“MISS, MISS ARE YOU OKAY?” They were banging and screaming to me. I walked over and opened the door rubbing my eyes to the extreme light infecting my eyes with brightness. They looked at me with dilated pupils. “Why were you screaming? Are you okay?”
I nodded and stood there awkwardly. They eventually went back to their rooms, and work. I sat on the bed, flicking through the channels. There wasn’t much interesting on the television so instead, I pulled out my laptop and continued writing in my journal.

“Who is he? He’s handsome. Why does he keep reappearing in my dreams? Is he a real person? Does he know me? Has he passed away? What’s his name? I need to know this!”
I checked my emails and Facebook. Nothing new. I closed my laptop and left the building.
It was gloomy outside. Dark clouds took over the bright blue sky and the wind picked up faster. I found my way to the car and drove to a café not far from the hotel. The first step into the café brought goose bumps to my skin, and delight to my nose. The fresh smell of lattes and coffee brought my senses to life. It was an amazing smell. I sat down at a table set for one and ordered a muffin and coffee. Charlie quietly, and patiently sat next to me, behaving for his privileges. Peering out the window only to notice a young man sitting on the sidewalk.
The feeling of sympathy took me over, and I started tearing up, wishing him a better place to be. He was barefooted and poorly clothed. I was estimating he was a homeless man. His beard was knotted and sort of long. The waitress set the cup of coffee and a small plate with my muffin in front of me. I picked at the muffin. I stir creamer and sugar into my cup for me to guzzle the delicious warmth.
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Charlie and I walk back to my car that was parked further down the street from the café. On the way there, I had to pass the homeless man. I passed him trying not to let sympathy take over. Wasn’t long until I stopped myself and walked back to the man. He peered up at my as I shuffled around in my purse. I pulled out my wallet and handed the man a fifty-dollar bill. The smile on his face gave me warm feelings. I could of saved this man’s life. He rose from the ground and gave me a warming hug.
“Thank you,” he whispered in a tattered, sick tone, “very much.” He walked into the Café staring at the fifty-dollar bill as it were a large chunk of gold.
I continued the sidewalk until I came along to my car. I fiddled with the keys in my hand until I found the right key. I slid the key into the keyhole and unlocked the car door. I started the car and buckled my seatbelt as I started backing out of the crowded parking lot.
My coffee nearly spilt in my car. I tried to be as gentle as I can, for this car wasn’t mine. And I wasn’t prepared or expecting to buy it incase of an accident. I slowly drove down the street back to the hotel. On the way there, something caught my attention. I slowed my car down.
The low hum of the engine ran through my head as I watched a young man get yelled at by an elder man. I could only see the older man because the younger one had his back to me.
Even with all my windows closed, I could still hear the screaming. The argument was about, college. I felt sorry for the guy, I don’t know what it’s like but, by the look of it, it seems terrible!
I had no business in this argument so I drove off, feeling as guilty as can be. I could have helped him; instead I drove off like a coward. I watched in my rearview mirror until I could no longer see them.
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I sat on my bed with Charlie; it was nearly midnight when I heard some shouting from the hall outside. I let them be. I couldn’t help. I was a coward. I lay down in the dark, with the television on to old movies. “Lady and the Tramp” was on Disney, so I played that. I leaned over to Charlie and playfully whispered to him, “Aye boy, this is your love story yet to be.” I scratched under his muzzle the way he liked it.
I remember when I was younger, I would sit next to my old friends Jasmine, and Katelyn, and we would watch old Disney movies all night long. Well at least until my mother had told us to go to sleep. Then we would all lie down and whisper to each other. I don’t know where they are now. They all moved away in third grade. I close my eyes and tried to think of something happy for once. Quickly dozing off to the dream world.
I open my eyes, the darkness sets into the mood. A thick cloth wraps around my head, covering my mouth. My hands were securely tied behind my back, along with my legs. It so happened to be a man carrying me, down an alleyway. I felt a disturbance near by. We reached a dumpster, with a broken down chair next to it. He sat me down as he unties the cloth from around my head, and the ropes holding my arms and legs together.
“What happened, why was I tied up, how did you find me, who are you?” I stared into his eyes demanding the answers.
“Ever heard of Rick Delgado?” I nodded and he continued. “He had you hanging from Big Ben. Don’t ask how. It’s sort of complicated. He tied you up so you couldn’t get away. But I saw you from a building across the street, and rushed up
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citylightsonthewater · 1 decade ago
Once upon a time, around November last year, a girl (aka me) found out that the guy bestfriend of her bestfriend (Keelyn) liked her. And the thing was, she was already crazy about him. And they spent the entire summer texting eachother, for two months. But he didn't want a girlfriend, and that made the girl sad, except she still talked to him everyday and he liked her and that was all that mattered to her. And then his phone broke for two weeks before the summer ended, and they didnt text for two weeks, but the girl figured things would be okay once they got back to school. School was alright, but all they ever said was hi to eachother, which was crazy because the boy was one of the loudest in the school. And then, about a month into the start of school, the girl found out he liked someone else, because Keelyn told her. The girl was devestated, and she sat and cried all night, but later that night, she sent a message to the boy that said 'oh, say hi to *girl he likes* for me' and the boy and the girl got into a massive arguement, where he told her he did still like her but he liked the other girl more, and she told him he was an a(.)sshole and he called her a slu(.)tty and they didn't speak for weeks and he stopped liking the girl. But the girl wasn't over him, in fact she liked him more than ever. And the boy started liking even more other girls and the girl was so sad. They had one conversation, in which the girl apologised but the boy never did, and they said they missed their old conversations but he said that things can never be the same. But he stopped replying to the girls messages, and he said once, in a conversation to Keelyn, that i needed to f off and that he didn't want to talk about me. The girl listened to loud music and stopped letting herself cry but she knew she would never get over him
The end.

Wowwwwww well thats my life story
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
id like to tell you that time fixes everything, but i have found sometimes it doesnt. venting does help though. im sure that felt really good to tell me all that. Im happy to be your personal punching bag. leave me a comment if you ever need to vent to me.. okay?
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citylightsonthewater · 1 decade ago
Wow thankyou so much<3 it actually was really good to get that all out ahah. You can vent to me too if you'd like :) do you have kik?
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Dinocaulay · 1 decade ago
A large brown boulder came sailing down from the treacherous cliff high above. It landed with a splat on the cold tile ground. In almost a minute, the guards of the King Germ began to swarm the boulder. It was covered in a red sauce and was almost fifty times the size of one of them. The small green men were about to attack the boulder when a booming voice echoed in their ears.
“Stop!” it commanded. The germ men turned and watched as their King strode towards them. He was taller than any of them and his green goop formed a crown atop his head.
“But why Your Majesty?” the leader of the guard asked. The King looked at him.
“We must wait five seconds my dear friend. It is the law of the land and I will not be the King that ignores it,” he answered. The germs nodded their understanding and stopped their preparation.
“One Mississippi,” the leader began to count. His men joined in with him. “Two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi-“before they got to the sacred number five, a large metal object with four sharp posts attached to a handle reached down and stabbed the boulder. In an instant the large sarsen was lifted into the sky and back onto the high cliff. The lead guard sighed and looked back to the King. “Another one has been taken from us because of this sacred law,” he stated. The King looked at him with a grave expression.
“It is how it is, my friend. Five seconds need to pass for us to infect it,” he said with a shake of his head.
Really stupid, I know, but it was for some English thing and I found it :/
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
:) well it kept me from thinking about my throat for about a minute. so thank you for sharing your stupid english thing with me!
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Nathalie4ever · 1 decade ago
There was once an ugly barnacle. It was soo ugly everyone died. The end. :)
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
yesssssssss. <3
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Popstar949 · 1 decade ago
Once upon a time, there was a unicorn that pooped cupcakes and I gave one to my sister and it tasted like poop and she died. The end
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Shmeh19283746 · 1 decade ago
OUH, once i had mine out! It wasn't that bad honestly! I've had 10 surgeries and i'm only 14! I had my tonsils out when, i was in 6th grade? All i ate was popsicles :) I love popsicles! I had about 10 popsicles a day! that's all i ate :) I lost about 9 pounds ! but, i regained it, My mouth feels so much better now! Honestly one of my worst surgeries was my appendix, it was sooo painful because it was in the wrong place! Instead of the outside of my intestines, it was ontop of my bladder :c They had to cut through my abs which was soo painful!! Even moving an inch would hurt :c But really tonsils were nothing :)
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
Sorry about that appendix part, that sucksss. but Im glad you recovered okay, Im recovering now. wooh, icecream lol
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Shmeh19283746 · 1 decade ago
hahah :) Well think of it this way, It's over with, you don't need anymore ! I was born with an extra bone, about the size of a dime in my big toe (sounds gross) but anyways! It was deforming it :c people used to make fun of me and i hated my feet, i got 2 surgeries on my foot, i mean, my feet are still ugly, but now i have a pin in my big toe, and i can't bend it. Feels a bit weird. But it's fixed :) I can wear regular shoes now ! ^_^ The best thing about surgery, you're asleep so you don't feel that pain, and they give pain killers :) I have a problem with ingrown toenails on my toes, getting that fixed counts as surgery, they have to give me 3 shots per two to numb it and let me tell you this, that HURTS!!!! soo much! I'm a strong girl, i never cries for other surgeries but i cried for that . (the needle was about 4 inches long and the had to move it around my toe :c) So i've been through a lot, tonsils weren't much :) Get well soon!! xxoo ^-^
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XxXxPerfectlyImperfectXxXx · 1 decade ago
Once upon a time, a little 8 year old girl got her tonsils and adnoids removed. She was terrified. Her nana told her that she wouldnt feel anything, because they were going to to give her medicine to make her sleep. Her nana told her all she haad to do was count backwards from 100, and my the time she hit 90, she'd be out. Then shed wake up, and eat nothing but icecream for 3 weeks, and miss school. That girl was me :)
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
Well, the surgery went very well. but I dont remember a thing that happened today. I remember feeding my lizard last night and goin to sleep but thats it haha. :) my mum said i screamed and kicked and then they gave me drugs in my IV and I laughed for almost an hour straight. hahah! Thanks for your support hun!
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XxXxPerfectlyImperfectXxXx · 1 decade ago
Lol, youre welcome. I'm glad the surgery went well.
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live4anewlife · 1 decade ago
There is a girl and a boy who are bestfriend and everyone knows they like each other. The girl told the guy but the guy claims not to like her. The boy gets a girlfriend but asks the best friend to do stuff with him. Then he tells her everything feels right between them like nothing can go wrong and that he gets a feeling he doesn't get with anyone else but her. Then he goes back to his girlfriend. The brother says that he knows stuff and the best friends stop talking for a bit. And the girl doesn't know why! Who knows what will happen spring break is coming soon!
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
*hugs* I once had something like that happen. its hard to be bestfriends with boys. its sad and it shouldnt be like that but it is .__. thanks for your story hun. Leave a comment on my wall if you ever need anything.
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live4anewlife · 1 decade ago
*hugs right back* him and his girlfriend just broke up on Wednesday, I'm the one who is there to pick up the pieces. I've been there for him through everything. Since they broke up I'm waiting to see what will happen now. He's talking to me in little bits and pieces right now because he is like upset but it helps him. So how are you feeling? Did everything go okay with the surgery? Bet your eating a lot of ice cream and Popsicles! The one main thing I remember about getting my tonsils out was it being sore when I tried talking. Take it easy okay?! I'm here to help out or entertain you if you need it LOL!
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jessylynn143 · 1 decade ago
There once was a girl that was invisible to everyone. She joined witty and she now has a new family to love her. That's my story:) I had to get my tonsils out a while ago, it's not as bad as you think it will be. You get to eat as much ice cream as you want ^.^
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BeeMYSunshine · 1 decade ago
I cant keep anything down o.O but drugs make me feel nice, so its okay. I dont remember anything from today. Thank you for the story :D
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