“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of April Summner.” Me and my dad, Jackson, were at my mom 's funeral. When the doctors told us she only had three months to live, we didn’t take it seriously. When Jay heard, he left the family for dry and never even left a text or phone call since. Nobody ever saw this coming, or happening to my mother. Me and dad were driving home, dad sobbing into the steering wheel, struggling to get the words out, and me not having any words to say. I felt broken inside. The words we both wanted to say we 're never going to come out. She’s gone. I knew we both wanted to say it, but deep down we didn’t want to believe it. He looked away from the road for a split second when …show more content…
When we arrived at his apartment ,I had to stop and look at everything. A lamp in the corner, flat screen tv mounted on the wall, liquor bottles on the leather couch, a kitchen with every appliance imaginable and long cabinet. If only mom and dad could see this, I thought. After a long silence and a hovering sense of loneliness filled the room like air, He walked over and popped two pills into his mouth. “Sorry sis. Habit that hasn’t been broken yet.” he apologizes. “It’s okay. You did it at home,” I replied, “well before you left anyhow” “I can explain why I left..” “Okay why?” “I went to the hospital for overdosing and trying to kill myself the night before mom got diagnosed. My girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, broke up with me and you already know about the whole gang thing. Because mom and dad probably already told you that part. When they arrived at the hospital, they told me that I could either stop or leave. So I chose to leave” “Well, are you still doing the pills?’ I asked. “What’s it look like?” Jay retorted,”Yeah, they 're the only thing that keeps me sane these days Clea. My therapist prescribed them, so I either take them or go back to rehab. And rehab is a living …show more content…
No other words, could describe it. After the cops questioned me about what I saw, what I heard, they sent me there. Other kids my age were crying into their pillows. most likely about how their parents dropped them off there and never came back. me on the other hand, wouldn’t cry. I wasn’t abandoned. I wasn’t abused. I was just hurt. Their families probably didn 't care about them. My whole family cared about me. They just faded away, like a puff of smoke. They were slowly breaking apart. Piece by piece. My caramel skin, emerald eyes, long black hair, and slim figure didn’t seem the same anymore. My bubbly personality, alike my moms, didn 't seem like mine
“I 've never made such a big mistake. It was reckless and irresponsible,” she said of her decision to use drugs, also telling Williams, “I respect you and your work. I 'm so sorry. Thank you.”
" Jeffrey was questioned on what drugs he used today and was informed it was noticable. Jeffrey said "I took some adderalls today okay, I'm not going to
She told Rinfret she had been addicted to heroin, which she procured from Akron, for more than eight years. He criticized her for failing to seek treatment for her addiction and notes she “got a heck of a break” by facing only a fifth-degree felony. “I have a right to send you to prison and I'm going to send you to prison. I don't recall ever not sending someone to prison for selling heroin.
Clair 's room has to two big windows facing the busy street, she always liked to sit and watch the cars drive past. A light breeze was invading the little girls bedroom through the fully opened window making the window curtain flutter. It felt as if a huge weight was dropped on Joni 's shoulder, Clair knew she was not supposed to open that window with out her mothers permission. As Mathew reentered the kitchen looking as he had just seen the ghost of his dead father, paler then someone who has been sick with disease lying on their death bed. As his usual joyful blue eyes met Joni 's she saw they had turned to stone cold black and she knew right from that something was terribly terribly wrong.
His tear stained cheeks and his red puffy eyes just screamed grief. I didn't realize I was crying too until I felt a hot tear slide down my cheek. I pulled my friend into a embrace, he returned it, clutching onto me like a koala to it's mother. After a few calm breaths, he pulled out of the hug. He wiped his eyes on his jacket sleeve, and smiled a bit, “Thanks for always being there for me…”, Soda set the flowers down on his older and younger brothers graves, we stood up and walked out.
She seemed enchanted by the scenery of the view outside the car window. On the other hand, The driver paid no attention to the passing of trees, grass, or sky as he only chose to be fixated on his wife. “Ann?” She replied with a simple, “huh?”
So, because of alcohol and drugs, I never got to know one grandfather and I will never hear the voice of my other grandfather again. That is why I have such a problem with drugs. I can’t understand doing those things just to look cool or even why people like them. So when Yazmine alluded to the fact she was doing these things it made me rethink my decision about having her as a friend.
“I walked into the Emergency Room. This couldn’t be happening. Just a few hours ago we were playing board games and listening to our favorite song on the radio - the song that had defined our friendship. But now as I made my way to the nurses station, that song was playing again. Only this time it felt different” .
A weird feeling surged through me as my friends, Gabby and Julia, and I were going to the Cheesecake Factory, but I pretended it was nothing because I couldn 't wait any longer to eat my Fettuccine Alfredo. When we arrived at the restaurant I felt in heaven because of the smell of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. Once we sat down, Gabby received a phone call. I could already sense something was wrong the second Gabby picked up the phone; my stomach was filled with butterflies that were trying to get out. “Mom what are you talking about…MOM!”
“Tim Died,” the tears in my eyes grew larger and larger as the information kept sinking in. When my sister, Madison, told me I didn 't believe her it was all unreal, we just saw him and then he died. I had to find out if it was true. I walked outside, and the minute I saw my parents crying I knew. The tears fell from my face, not stopping no matter how hard I tried to stop them.
How could they abandon me? Everybody thinks this way when they lose someone they care about, and they feel a great deal of anger and guilt. I was angry that they left me, and I felt guilty that it was them and not me, despite my absence when both deaths occurred. Reading this text by Lockhart has aided me in dealing with my losses because it helped me realise that it is okay to be angry that they’re gone. My eyes have also been opened to the fact that even though they’re gone, they are still with me in my thoughts, much like the liars were with Cady while she was discovering what happened to her and
I don’t remember how I got here, one moment I’m running around in a garden of roses with the love of my life and the next I’m sitting pondering the raindrops on the ground as salty drops cascade down my cheeks. My past, is almost as if it were a different life, inhabited only through present memories. In my childhood, my mother always told me to follow my heart and so I followed it several times, once, I even followed it to Rebecca Carner’s house. She eventually told me to go home and so during the long walk home the only thought bouncing around in my head was what I did wrong?
It wasn’t until I was walking up the stairs to the apartment that I realized what time it was and how long i’d been gone. What was I going to say when I walked in “Oh sorry, some people showed up and I broke my hand but they got meded magically back together!” their was no way out of trouble I’d get in trouble no matter what. I knocked on the door and not even two seconds later the dor opened up. It was my mom her eyes big and red and my brother standing behind her looking really furious.
The next thing I knew, my mother was dead. I started crying. He told me shut up, but I couldn’t. Even though I wasn’t, I felt
Now one would think that they’d at least had the decency to put me in a safe place if nothing else but apparently they dint care so much because I ended up in the worst kind of orphanage you can come across. It was a horrible place where children were made to do vile