Pushing past the exhaustion and the pain, Olivia slowly limped her way into the next room of the cave where a new prisoner had been brought in a couple of weeks ago. If only she had some kind of choices about what she could or should do. Any choice. When she first got recruited to take care of the group’s entourage, she surely didn’t know what she was signing up to. The injuries she saw on the bodies of the first two young males that had been placed in her careturned her stomach upside down more than once and part of her mind was glad their suffering were over. As much as she desperately wanted to help them, she knew she was keeping them alive so they could be ready to endure more of this unspeakable torture and it made her feel sick every …show more content…
Just trust me," she said, gently as she pressed the bottle against his lips. Slowly, delicately, she let the water’s drops moved out from the bottle and into the man’s mouth. The spasms in the prisoner's throat were apparent as he was struggling, and badly failing, at coughing out whatever had been put in his mouth against his will. What could have these monsters been giving him to make this new prisoner so distrustful to all liquid? His weak attempt almost had him choking on the water until his reflexes forced him to swallow against his will. Whether he realized or not that what he just drank was water, the relief it brought him had the man groaning and begging for more. Sadly, there wasn’t enough left. Olivia smiled: "You fight. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you stay alive, but you have to keep fighting for me," she softly whispered to the man she just met, the man she wouldn’t know the name for another 5 months or so. …show more content…
"How about we let the Flash talk to the mayor? Or even the judge? We could try and work a deal for you since you helped the Flash. You might end up with a reduce sentence. You might only end up with something like community services during the weekends." "What if it doesn’t work? What if I still go to prison?’" She asked, biting her cheek to keep herself from shaking. She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to lose everything she just found here with Barry and his team. She didn’t want to lose it all,but that’s what always happen with her; people leave. They always do. Everyone always end up abandoning her. Unphased, Barry kept on smiling tenderly: "Hey, listen, if things don’t go our way, I’ll come visit you as often as I can. Everyday if I have to. I can and I’ll make sure your place on this team is still there when you get back." Barry couldn’t blame her even if he wanted to, that poor girl had been pushed away, kicked out and used by pretty much everyone she used to know. Trust in others and faith that the future was gonna be better wasn’t an easy thing to do. The temptation to give in to hope was strong and easily readable in her face, but something was holding her back. Emotions were overwhelming her face as tears started gathering at the corner of her
She doesn't want to be the reason that her friends are tortured, so she can't name them. She has to let them torture her and she has to endue the unbelievable pain. When she can not imagine going on her faith saves her. Without thinking the words of "Hail Mary" come to her mind.
effect that drink had on him and is able to remain calm and formulate a plan of
Her voice strangled with fear. All she could do was whisper the doctor’s unserten words, “If she survives” This is just one challenge she had to face threw the book.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
“But what about me, I’ve been in this damn, little cell for years, and now they are going to put me to death. Do you know what that means? I’m going to die for something that I didn’t do?” Weeping, as she waited for
He remembered someone giving out the drinks earlier that day. He couldn’t remember who or when. And that was his last thought as the final wave of reactions killed him.
Instead, he decides to cope by drinking while his mind is fumbling with “…a nothing that he knew too well.”
“There is too much stress here and I can't deal with the many affairs that are going on. Daisy is too much to handle and I can't even begin to mention Tom.” She replied back. I could tell in her eyes that she did not want to leave at all but she knew she had to.
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
"No, stay alive and be human." A girl spoke up, and I looked at her, even Marcy turned her attention to the new voice. It was Olly. She was bitter and tougher than most girls here, and she never made an attempt to talk to anyone. It was either when she had to, or when she wanted something. She pushed herself off from her seat, and walked towards us slowly. "We've been here longer than you, newcomer, don't think you can give up just
The poison from the tea was slowly killing him, constricting his air passageway as if a killer snake was gradually wrapping itself around his neck and firmly squeezing his throat. I have to get out of this
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
She had just found her true feelings. Then all your new-found freedom comes tumbling down make you sympathies with her death and
Taking a bottle of water from her cooler, she drank half without setting the bottle down. She realized over two hours had passed since she started plotting. As she reviewed her notes, she saw holes in the plan. They would have to be fixed before she got in any deeper.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time