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 Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 1:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 6:37 pm
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1.New Beginnings
Tossing and turning all night, the covers being flung off the bed as she changed positions time after time again. She sat upright, with merely a half of a sheet remaining on the bed, which was only covering her feet. She rubbed her swollen eyes with her frail, rosy-pale fingers. The woman’s head suffered from a massive headache, and the pain it caused was not something that could easily be ignored. The lady slid her fingers across her nightstand, and they crept up to a container of pills. She picked it up before shaking out the last of the pills from the container and popped them into her mouth. Was it five, six, seven pills she took? Oh she couldn't remember. The lady slid out of her bed and her feet were stumbling over one another as they walked over to the closet.
The Lady collapsed down onto her knees in front of the closet. Seven, it was definitely seven she thought to herself as she opened the closet door. She tore through the piles of clothes, old books, and other miscellaneous junk that had been stored over the years. She yanked out a cardboard box from behind a pile of mismatched socks. She pulled the box in closer to her, water filling her eyes. Her eyes stung and she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. The lady quickly took the box with her outside of the room trying not to trip over her own feet again.
She reached a sliding door that led outside and she took a deep breath in before pulling it open. The freezing cold air was like a slap to her face since she hadn’t felt it in so long. Her hot and musty bedroom, and sleeping under her dusty old covers were all she experienced these days.
The woman hesitated before placing her box down on the glass table on top of her patio, then went to collect sticks, and logs lying around in what was a forest of her backyard. She slowly but steadily placed them in the old, ash-filled fire pit then proceeded to get a match from the shed. She fumbled the match in her fingers before she finally got a grip on it. She then proceeded to sliding across the box, attempting to get it to light. One, tow, three tries, nothing happens. Even so she was desperate to get it to light. Four,five six tries, still no light. Seventh try, it lights.
The woman grabbed a newspaper from the recycling bin out back and lit it on fire. Tossing the match and the (now lit) piece of newspaper into the fire she grabbed the box. She popped open the lid. Inside were letters and gifts from him, photos with him, and tickets for a trip she planned to take with him. She wanted to hold on to these precious memories, to never let them go, but she knew how much he had hurt her, and that this was for the best. One last tear streamed down her face as she put the cover back on and tossed the box into the pit.
The flames burned all the great memories of them together, but also the horrific memories as well. All of them turned to ash, and because of that she somehow felt, free. The lady watched for a few more hours before finally putting out the fire.
She reentered the house and there was a calmer, more peaceful atmosphere. She went upstairs and plopped down on her bed, feeling anew. She knew that this was only a first step but she had finally broken through the strings that had kept her in the past. But even though this was merely an end to the problem,for her, tomorrow would be a new beginning.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:07 pm
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2. Cause/Effect
I saw her my sixteen year old daughter standing before me. Where had I gone wrong? I wanted to be staring at my beautiful daughter, with medals and awards and a report card that we’d all be proud of. I wanted her to be able to be able to go off and succeed at whatever she had her mind set to achieve. Where had I gone wrong? I wanted her to be able to smile and laugh along with her friends, to be able to go with her step father and I on wondrous vacations. I wanted her to love us, to love herself. Where had I gone wrong?
Instead of looking at a girl who had all of those things, I was looking at someone who I seemed to not be able to recognize. Her face was hidden under all of the makeup, piercings and tatoos. Although her face was covered, her body was extremely visible. She was wearing a strapless belly shirt and shorts so short they could probably be classified as underwear. Behind her were no close friends or family, but was her boyfriend who looked almost as old as I was. To make matters worse I could see that he had a cigarette in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.
Where had I gone wrong? Maybe it was the divorce that had shaken her into a world of despair. Maybe it was how much I spoiled her after the fact. Maybe it was because I tried too hard to be her friend rather than her mother. Where had I gone wrong? Maybe it was the day that I myself had taken all those pills to try and make all of the hate go away. Maybe it was the day I saw her come home with such a sad look on her face, and I hadn’t tried hard enough to help her. I could have gone wrong so very long ago, or maybe just yesterday, but whenever that had happened I had chosen the wrong path to take, and that led my daughter to go down an even worse one.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 7:18 pm
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3.Peace of Mind
Stressful thoughts has been clouding my mind all week. School, tests, tests, and more tests. What were those teachers thinking? Did they really expect that slamming test after test into our faces would help us learn anything? No. It’d make us not want to learn the material, it’d make us despise it. It would make us feel the need to take shortcuts and to cram everything into our head for one test. After that test everything we had learned would be lost. We’d also feel the need to cheat. We’d want to steal the resources from nearby instead of working to gather them ourselves. To make matters even worse they want to strain our minds by not only making us study for hours on end but to also do pages and pages and pages of homework every night. Just what were these people thinking.
These were not the only things clouding my mind, babysitting, sports, clubs, practicing my instrument, all of these things I had to do flooded into my mind leaving me little to no time to just relax. My rain wanted to burst out of my skull, and my body felt like collapsing. But, that day, that day that I was able to take a break from everything going on around me. The day I was just able to kick back and write as much as my heart desired. To be able to express my emotions, and vent out everything on my mind onto paper. That was when I had peace of mind.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 7:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:10 pm
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