With one intensely push, he grunted as he let out all his essence inside her young body without even noticing that her soul was beyond gone. With a smug look, he chuckled at his accomplishment and started to back away from his sister’s body. “Harley,” he said as he sat back on his knees, buckling his belt. “Baby, you felt so good.” He lowered himself towards and kissed her lips. When he pulled himself away from her, he noticed something odd about her. Her eyes, they were emotionless and her chest, her chest wasn’t pumping with her that supposed to flow out of her nose. “Harley!” Eddie begun to start shaking her arm, then with no motions and out of panic, he began to shake her shoulders. He lifted her up and put her on top of his lap and held her, to where he saw that her head was dangling. He began to slap her couple of times while screaming, “Harley stop this fucking game!” and once again shake her to see this wasn’t real, this whole nightmare. The alcohol was rubbing off him and in that moment he knew what he did. The girl was long dead from the moment the boy snapped her neck, without even realizing it. He stopped and just started at her lifeless body - her eyes were black and blue from the amount of punches he laid on her, the fingertips on her soft hands were stained with blood and the outer corners of her lips were stained with his blood. He began to sob as he suddenly figured out that he killed the only person who gave all her love to him, but make him sin for wanting her so bad. Since he was teenager, he began thinking about his sister in a non-sisterly way, and it made him feel so not human. It started when Harley was around 14, puberty was setting in and the girl was getting her hourglass shape, her breast were start... ... middle of paper ... ...yself. I watched as the phone ringed and ringed and I couldn’t answer. I walked away to the phone and towards my body; I slowly dropped my knees to the floor and lay next to…me. My life was over, it was gone and I couldn’t take it back. I began to cry as I began to imagine my life if I was together, I was imagining how NYC would have fit me perfectly or how I would have met the love of my life somewhere within the next few years or how I could’ve gotten married. But I can’t, I can’t do anything! I’m fucking dead because of my brother’s love for me, yeah love….fucking love my ass. I can’t believe I’m even still in the real world, does heaven even exist? I’m I going to be here forever while I watch life progressively go on? Oh my god…fuck I need god. I started to shut my eyes and try to breathe in and out slowly to calm my nerves. I lost myself, I am truly lost.
“Instinctively, with sudden overmastering passion, at at the sight of her helplessness and her grief, he stretched out his arms, and next, would have seized her and held her to him, protected her from every evil with his very life, his very heart’s blood… But pride
No matter how much he put her through, she kept fighting for her life. I was confused by this because, in my eyes her life was completely over. I did not see how she could ever live a functioning life after all of the things that she went through. I would have thought that this reality would have been a reason for her to give up and choose fiction. Fiction would have been the easy way out of the pain, loses, and suffering that she faces and would continue to face. Then I thought to myself that is what makes humans amazing. Being able to endure the challenges of life and keep going. Originally, I thought she was a fool to keep going then I realized that she was strong. If I was her I would have chosen my reality
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.
makes up his mind of killing himself too by her dead body. At the tomb
The patient was more beautiful than she realized. If only she could see it for herself. The color from her dainty face had drained to a sickened green tint and her eyes widened in fear. The walls of the clinic exam room were ordained in calming colors, but offered the young woman no comfort. She continued to blink rapidly as if she would awaken from the nightmare; her long eyelashes could not fan the health worker’s words away. She thought it was harmless, just a night of fun. It made her feel valuable and attractive. Yet being desired now left her alone, crumpling to the floor screaming between sobs and desperately reaching to the empty air around her. She couldn’t grasp any security. Not only did that harmless night of fun result in her becoming
Bray’s father possessed and her, her mother, and younger siblings all were victims, not only physically but verbal as well. It was difficult for Ms. Bray to deal with the behavior, yet she managed. Ms. Bray and her siblings weren’t physically abused as much as their mother was, which was still just as painful when they could hear the “slapping sound of flesh against flesh and the thump of their mother’s body against the wall.” (p.8).The violence was often and many times Ms. Bray would step in to protect her mother which always did not help much. As Ms. Bray got older she began to not only stand up for her mother, but herself and what she believed in as well. As the reader the violence that was read transported many emotions between wrath, melancholy and helplessness. Domestic violence cases are always hurtful especially since it frequently derives from loved ones. Not only for the characters, but as for the reader as well, it was a relieving feeling that after many years of pain Ms. Bray, her mother, and her siblings all felt free once their father passed
... He saves her from harm and delivers her to the shore where he is verbally attacked by her quite worthless guardian. As he attempts to flee, he is shot in the chest and when he eventually recovers his pity and love for humans is absent to his impulses. This is an extremely moving scene because it shows the passage of his soul from good to evil for the final time.
He is touched by their religious conversation, but he knows that he can’t allow her to live and he shoots
He does not see his killing blow as the murder, only as the final outcome of the path they were on from the beginning. It was inevitable. The passion which had prompted them to marriage could not be maintained. It vanished, it went away, and they were left with nothing to say. Their only bond was through physical contact, sexuality. They only found their purpose in their “swinish connection.”
She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked safe with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead.
I’ve always been numb to death, never experienced the emotion that is grief. When my grandfather died I was too young to care, too little to understand. The day that one of our closest family friends died a few months ago, I didn’t even shed a tear. It isn’t the death that hurts, it’s the fact that I can’t seem to remember them. I’ll never be able to recall my grandfather’s voice as he read to me on the old, leather recliner he loved so much. Not remember all of the names of Jolene’s flowers in the garden we spent days working on. I can’t remember, and the recollections will continue to fade until I reach the point where their faces become blurry, and the only thing left of them is a name of someone I used to care for. The death of my dog Cade wasn't the most ground-shaking, heart-shattering moment, but the things I've learned from it are immeasurable.
Once the crying commenced, my mother called me, telling me that my last grandma had gone into the hospital. She collapsed in her apartment and was rushed to the emergency center. I had no idea what to do. I felt like God was just condemning me and attacking me for some reason. I went into this deep depression and I didn’t want anyone to talk to me, if they did, I would simply start crying.
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
My heart was simply ripped apart. I could not believe it at first, but I knew I had to. After all these wonderful years and enthralling moments, I finally have to face God's greatest challenge. My mind wasn't as messy as before anymore and I couldn't even think of what to think. It seemed as if I had nothing to worry about, nothing to do, nothing to say. I was trapped inside this room waiting for the Grim Reaper to reap my innocent soul.