One Defining Moment
The house makes me feel safe -- cozy even. The loud chime of the large grandfather clock pressed against the wall, and the tinkling sound of wind chimes blowing along with the breeze feeds my illusion of security. I can only hope karma won’t catch up with me. I gaze at the many photos I have collected over the past year, remembering each one as if it just happened yesterday. My mind wanders, transporting me through the various memories of my life, the past mingling with the present.
Incoherent chatter and loud, shrieking giggles fill the swamped snack bar of the movie theater. As I stand near the end of the line, waiting for a chance to waste money, a large family passes by me with a huge bag of popcorn. The strong scent of butter with a hint of salt reaches my nose, my mouth watering with anticipation. After what seems like forever, I reach the beginning of …show more content…
Sticky red covers me : my hands, my clothes, my entire body. The hollow shell of a human person occupies the corner of the room I stand in. I grin manically, laughter erupting from my throat. The whispers in my head begin to overwhelm me. I feel as if I’m drowning in all their words.
“Stop!” I screech at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the large room. I hold my head in my bloody hands, the red mess smudging against the streaks already on my face. I kneel to the ground, my thoughts running through each other, so loud I can’t even hear my own screams of agony. I want them to stop. I need them to stop. I stay crouched there, tears streaming down my face, the hours tick ticking by, until only the sound of my heart beating remains. The rhythmic thumping fill my ears as I stand. My arms hanging motionless by my side. My eyes widen as I realize what I’ve done.
“I’m so sorry.” I cover my mouth with my red hand, the blood there crusting over my palm. “I didn’t mean for any of this to
The house makes me feel safe -- cozy even. The loud chime of the large grandfather clock pressed against the wall, and the tinkling sound of wind chimes blowing along with the breeze feeds my illusion of security. I can only hope karma won’t catch up with me. I gaze at the many photos I have collected over the past year, remembering each one as if it just happened yesterday. My mind wanders, transporting me through the various memories of my life, the past mingling with the present.
Incoherent chatter and loud, shrieking giggles fill the swamped snack bar of the movie theater. As I stand near the end of the line, waiting for a chance to waste money, a large family passes by me with a huge bag of popcorn. The strong scent of butter with a hint of salt reaches my nose, my mouth watering with anticipation. After what seems like forever, I reach the beginning of …show more content…
Sticky red covers me : my hands, my clothes, my entire body. The hollow shell of a human person occupies the corner of the room I stand in. I grin manically, laughter erupting from my throat. The whispers in my head begin to overwhelm me. I feel as if I’m drowning in all their words.
“Stop!” I screech at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the large room. I hold my head in my bloody hands, the red mess smudging against the streaks already on my face. I kneel to the ground, my thoughts running through each other, so loud I can’t even hear my own screams of agony. I want them to stop. I need them to stop. I stay crouched there, tears streaming down my face, the hours tick ticking by, until only the sound of my heart beating remains. The rhythmic thumping fill my ears as I stand. My arms hanging motionless by my side. My eyes widen as I realize what I’ve done.
“I’m so sorry.” I cover my mouth with my red hand, the blood there crusting over my palm. “I didn’t mean for any of this to