Aston ignored Allison as he tried a different setting on the Sheriff’s radio. Saying it was an antique was only a polite way of saying that it was an outdated piece of shit. But fiddling with the buttons gave him something to do rather than face very uncomfortable — and improbable — facts that he couldn’t deny. Once the initial shock wore off, Aston listened to every word Allison said. He found it hard to ignore the cold chill that ran up his spine whenever he glanced her way. And her story only caused the invisible ants dancing on his skin to pick up their tempo. He wanted to shake off the recalled memories and play the role of an ignorant cop trying to help a young woman in distress. Yet, each time he thought it possible to willfully ignore the Twilight Zone situation, Aston’s memory would fetch the image of her corpse splayed open as if to say, ‘Can’t forget me so easily, now can ya?’ …show more content…
“It’s okay, Detective, it was a rhetorical question. I- I already know I’m dangerous too. I can destroy things with a touch — look at the door if you don’t believe me. And you saw what I did to Sheriff Higgins-” Her voice cracked causing her to clear her throat in hopes of covering up the swelling emotion. Her nose felt stuffy and her bottom lip quivered, but she refused to shed another tear feeling sorry for herself. “Now wait a second, I-” “No,” she almost screamed. “It’s okay. A rattlesnake doesn’t mean to be deadly either, they react if they feel threatened. Their venom and fangs are another part of them.” Aston placed a firm hand on top of hers as he scolded, “That’s enough of that. Now I want you to listen to me — and no arguments until I’m finished. You’re not dangerous, and you’re sure as hell not a snake, or a mass of them. You’re different now, so what-” “Yeah, watch out for me during THAT time of the month. I could turn someone into a Roman candle because of a bad
...was a desperate act of a lonely, insane woman who could not bear to loose him. The structure of this story, however, is such that the important details are delivered in almost random order, without a clear road map that connects events. The ending comes as a morbid shock, until a second reading of the story reveals the carefully hidden details that foreshadow the logical conclusion.
“Well, Alice, my father said, if it had to happen to one of you, I’m glad it was you and not your sister” (57). Even though Alice was the victim of the horrid crime, she had to stabilize her own emotions, so that she could help her sister cope with this tragedy. Throughout Alice’s childhood, Jane struggled with alcoholism and panic attacks. “I wished my mother were normal, like other moms, smiling and caring, seemingly, only for her family” (37).
Anto is grown up, and realizes that “the war… had gradually, become a thing of the past…”.(185) This quote read by Anton’s memory, shows Anton’s finally had come to terms to with himself and that he can not change what happened “that night”, thirty some years before. The importance of memory in this part of the book, allows the reader and the protagonist to acknowledge the truth about that happened. This memory is brought to surface by the encounters Anton has in his life. The encounters allow the memories to shape Anton’s life. He realizes that his life is made up of his past. his wife was a mirror image of the woman who shot the Police Chief, his son was named after his own brother who was murdered. Anton’s realization that his life is made up with faint memories of that night is what helps him find the closure, and it “ ..became a thing of the
Daisy’s face was filled with fear as she slowly stood up and walked around the room. “She was…she was killed?” Daisy questioned in a trembling voice.
As a young girl, I was never fond of the name Anna. The name came along with too much baggage.. Unknowingly, people would constantly call me the wrong name, and some people, disregarding my opinion, even created strange nicknames for me. Over the years, I have been called a variety of names including Annie, Ann, Anna, Annabelle, Anne Frank, banana, banana boat, etc. Frankly, there are just too many variations of the name “Anna”. Being an extremely common name, almost everywhere I go, whether it be school or the grocery store, I always seem to find another “Anna”. Although nameberry.com tells me that “Anna” means grace, it actually means unique, intelligent, and affectionate.
“Pardon me?” Miss Allen asked, finally putting an end to the creepy ass moment of deadly silence. The perplexed expression on her face grew more confound with each passing second, but the gentleness in her eyes remained the same.
Mollie is the patient in our case study. Mollie lives with her daughter and son in law, both in their 70’s. A home health aide assists Mollie five days a week for three hours each day. At age 94, Mollie is an older adult, considered to be part of a vulnerable population, at risk for hearing, visual and mobility deficits. This at risk population can experience changes in cognitive or physical status making the activities of daily living difficult to perform (Meiner, 2011). As people like Mollie age, gradually becoming less able to function independently, their grown children, potential caregivers, may be preoccupied with the demands of their own lives and not prepared to care for an older
Many readers believe this piece of fiction to be a ghost story, but it is one that is about a woman with acute psychological delusion, portrayed through the use of characterization and occasion. Bowen begins her dramatization by defining the woman’s psychological delusion through the characterization of her anxiety and isolation. She establishes the woman’s anxiety in the beginning and closing of the third paragraph when she subtly narrates how, “she was anxious to see how the house was”(Bowen 160) and “she was anxious to keep an eye”(Bowen 160). To believe that it is impossible to imagine a letter, is someone who does not know the mind of a person plagued with psychological delusion.
By the time Laura and her brother Will returned from the mountains Amanda was dozing again and the evidence had been cleared away. “Amanda will get better now.” Laura exclaimed. “We found the root next to the abandoned coal bank on the other side of the ridge.”
"No," Patroclus interrupted, shaking his head. "It is no more of a great danger now than it was when it was alive."
She continues in this sequel to talk about the abuse she faced and the dysfunction that surrounded her life as a child and as a teen, and the ‘empty space’ in which she lived in as a result. She talks about the multiple personalities she was exhibiting, the rebellious “Willie” and the kind “Carol”; as well as hearing noises and her sensory problems. In this book, the author puts more emphasis on the “consciousness” and “awareness” and how important that was for her therapeutic process. She could not just be on “auto-pilot” and act normal; the road to recovery was filled with self-awareness and the need to process all the pieces of the puzzle—often with the guidance and assistance of her therapist. She had a need to analyze the abstract concept of emotions as well as feelings and thoughts. Connecting with others who go through what she did was also integral to her
Dr. Sheppard was really nervous that his sister would find out he was poisoning himself. Caroline told her brother, "I've been very curious about the murderer, and I know you know more than I do. You are hiding something from me aren't you?" At this moment, Dr. Sheppard's face had turned pale. He was stunned and frightened.
I don’t understand. My dear Stella lives in such a raffish flat! The place is in the middle of a slum and looks so rundown in the middle of the city. It was no better once I entered. There were only three puny rooms: the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen; all were equally horrendous in condition. This flat is worthless compared to the grandeur of Belle Reve! The plantation was glorious with its great, green, and open rural lands. It is so magnificent and natural. This enclosed flat pales in comparison to Belle Reve. I’m appalled that she could even stand the thought of living in such a ghetto. Nonetheless, she told me that “It’s not that bad at all! New Orleans isn’t like other cities” (12), so somehow she is able to stand its foulness.
“That’s a little convenient don’t you think? To wake up to a super attractive guy that lets you out of confinement and takes you to his house? I mean it sounds a little too good to be true.”
"Where was she seen last," the detective asked. His face was stolid yet I could hear the pain and panic in his voice.