I remember feeling a petite hand in mine and a voice that sounded an awful like Riley’s. I couldn’t make out the words because they were all muffled like I was under water. Then abruptly I wake up from what seemed like a century of sleep. On top of that, I had the worst nightmare that Riley and I were in an accident and there was screaming and glass flying everywhere. Then I realized it wasn’t a dream. It was all too real and I am sitting in a hospital bed to prove it. A wave of worry rushes through me. Is Riley okay? How long have I been here for? I need someone to come in here soon so I can find out exactly what is happening. I close my eyes and try to think of happy memories to neutralize my worry. I think back to this past winter when Riley …show more content…
I have no idea how someone can sleep in such an awkward sleeping position. We are a little over an hour away from her parents’ house. Both of us agreed to drive there for our holidays rather than fly since we figured if would be a fun adventure. It is about a six hour drive but with Riley here, time has flown by. I flip through the radio stations to find something decent to listen too. “Up next is an old time favorite, Just the Way you Are by Bruno Mars.” The radio announcer …show more content…
Between our jam out sessions to the music and conversations about our parents I barely remember pulling up into the Warren’s driveway. It is just as I remember it back in June. Riley was lucky to live in such a palace. I bet three families could live there. The front is all done in gray tones of stone and there is a big wooden door as the entrance. It is two stories high and has huge windows that open up to balcony’s on the top story. “Home sweet home.” Riley says as she opens the car door. I hop out and start unloading the trunk of our luggage. “Riley, Aden.” Mrs. Warren greets both of us with a hug as she comes out to see us. “Thanks for letting me stay with you guys.” I say to her. “Oh, anytime Aden. You will feel like one of the family in no time here.” She says. Family. That word sticks with me. I drift off for a moment thinking about what a family with Riley would be like. “George, come and help the kids bring in their things.” Mrs. Warren shouts out to Riley’s father. “Yep, I am coming, just need to slip some shoes on.” He replies back. “You look so grown up.” Mrs. Warren says to Riley. “My little girl in Stanford and with a boyfriend. Time just goes by too quickly.” “Mom!” Riley says
Family, the word itself brings images of love, comfort, and peace in mind. The foundation of the family is based on structure, care, and dependence. It is a combination of individuals striving to understand and love one another unconditionally. Sharing the same blood is no longer a requirement to be considered a family. In fact, the definition of family is evolving like never before. With most marriages ending in divorce, the majority of children will be reared in "nontraditional" families ( single parent, step-parent, etc.). It seems that now the only thing you need in order to be a functional family is love and trust, which can be found anywhere from a close friend to a pet.
“ I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife and two kids with one coming.” Keenan says smiling with hope.
I woke up and saw Jack lying on the ground and woke him from his unconsciousness. We were in a cage, our bodies beat. Two men walked in with some food and water, we tried asking questions, but they stayed silent. About ten minutes later, we heard screaming and cries for help, four men walked in along with Matthew and Meghety. We discussed our situation along with how to escape and then realized the men were from the movie theater. Later on, everyone fell asleep, I tried to stay awake, but I couldn’t anymore, I was tired and weak, my eyes slowly
The first band I chose was My Chemical Romance because, I have heard of them before but had never listened to them. I first listened to two of their songs Welcome to the Black Parade and Teenagers from their album The Black Parade. Then I listened to another two Helena (So Long & Goodnight) and I’m Not Okay (I Promise) from their album Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. After listen to these songs by My Chemical Romance they have a very loud and emotion filled voices, which is good because I believe they want to get the point across that there are bad things that happen in life but one cannot dwell on it. I would put My Chemical Romance in the rock genre because, they use a lot of percussion instruments like the drums and the guitar. I like their
I notice something out of place at the end of the hallway. The light bulb was on. I can’t imagine why. The room has been empty for the entirety of my career. My curiosity burns bright as I peer closer at the door. I can’t help but feel drawn to it. I notice a sign underneath the light. ‘Patient 71. High Concern’. Surely I would’ve been notified of this patient. The lights flicker as I am eclipsed in maddening silence. I peer through the slit in the door, to be greeted by a young man sitting stiffly on the edge of his mattress, staring directly at me. I jump back in horror. How could he know I was there? I breathe heavily, feeling my heart beat through my ears.
Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here.
It felt like forever till the ambulance came. The police officer took us in the other room while they worked on my baby. They were asking us what happened. My husband said he thought the baby was with me. I told them I thought my husband had taken him to the room. I was still in shock telling myself this is just a dream and I will wake up soon. My cousin’s roommate had propped the screen door opened with the grill. He was in the bathroom in less than four minutes are son had gotten out of the computer room. Thru the kitchen to the opened front door and past my cousin who was outside working on his jeep. My cousin took us to the hospital. The whole ride I was praying that he would be ok. It felt like forever until the doctor came out to talk to us. He explained that they did all they could, but our son had not made it. He died on august 14th 2006 at 5:20
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
The first night dad stayed at the hotel, by mom’s side and I attempted to go home to bed. As soon as I walked into my front door and saw the place where my mother fell, with baking flour from her unfinished dinner preparations propelled across the kitchen floor, I had a feeling of uneasiness come over me that still to this day I cannot put into words. I frantically ran up the stairs to my room, turning on every light that came into my path. I grabbed cloths and once left the house as quickly as I entered, I called my friend who I knew would be there for me “Liam” I said, still out of breath from my run through the house “I need help. Can I stay the night at your house?” “Sure” he replied with a puzzled tone “come on over
While we were on our way over to the hospital we had bloodcurdling, as soon as we got there, we were terrified, but we wanted to explore the hospital. We enter thru a window that was open, at first we didn’t hear anything or see anything Armando said “there is nothing here all the stories are fake” a couple of minutes later we heard a loud ghastly noise. It sounded like the noise was getting closer, then the light started to flicker it was horrifying. Armando still didn’t believe that the