Never, when the cards are down, go to the park south of Critchdale. The lights, for one, are always low casting shadow upon shadow onto the ground, which feels as though with every step you are getting closer and closer, to the end. The freshly cut grass pushes the aroma of fertiliser and everything beneath your feet up your nostrils. The air in the park south of Critchdale is dry like nothing you have ever experienced before. Your throat goes dry like a barren desert with just one gulp of air. It will be just one gulp of air. The path is surrounded with large, dated oak tress. They make you feel as though you have hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. Following. Following. Waiting. Waiting. For you to fall. There is a deathly silence all around. The sound from all around seems to be trapped outside the park south of Critchdale. Trapped, by an invisible sound barrier like two bouncers outside a club down a dark, dark alley. Derek did not care about all these things. He had to do it. He knew that it was all in his head, but what was worrying him, had nothing to do with how he was feeling about the park south of Critchdale. He knew he had to do it. When he was first told, it seemed like an impossible feat, one that would only be undertaken by men of such mental instability that they did not know even what planet they were on. He remembered he was once one of these. He knew he had to do it. As the crunching of the gravel beneath his feet slowly got louder and louder, Derek swung around. Nothing. He was sure that level of sound that was being made could not have just been made by him. He moved a couple of paces. Stop. He could still hear footsteps about 3 or 4 paces after he stopped walking. He swung around again, his breathing rising considerably. His heart started to pound, so much so that he could
He hadn't been able to live his life the way he wanted and only
that ll the power was contained in himself. So he did a very clever thing, he took
like he needed to, because it felt right to him. This is an example of Billy just letting
However, under no uncertain terms was he going to do it alone, he pr...
This line implies that there is only one thing on his mind and that is
His heart may have been in the right place, but he did not have the
that the sun rises and sets in the sky, but he still doesn't see the
...t right, but yet,he never quit. He never said no. In saying that he had to disappear, it’s as if he is stating he had to not see that consequences of his actions. He did not want to get his hands dirty.
Bob Sweeny, a trusted and loyal friend to Derek helped him develop into a well-rounded person. After Derek Vinyard’s father died, he fell into a self-destructive pattern ultimately leading to racism. After spending three years in jail, Derek began to realize he needed to liberate himself and his family from this hate-infested lifestyle. Derek turned to Mr. Sweeny and begged for his forgiveness and his help. While in prison, Mr. Sweeny told Derek, “your anger is consuming you, your anger is shutting down the brain god gave you” (American History X). Mr. Sweeny guided Derek into the right direction. He understood that in order for Derek to be truly liberated he needed to learn on his own, much like Athena. He guided Derek, but never persuaded him to change. Surviving jail was nearly impossible, but with the help of Mr. Sweeny, Derek overcame imprisonment and returned home.
and not that he did this by his own choice. With this metaphor of a
when he realized it I feel that the paranoia set in. "For once he forgot his
like a hero. When he came back a year later, he realised that if he
he tried his best to ignore the pressure and to choose what would be best for
that he hasn’t in fact been in contact with the devil, and that he is
“realized how many were the false opinions that in [his] youth [he] took to be true, and