Crying

More shouting ensues and people start running; She starts running too. “Then…” A figure swoops in front of her and guns her down; she is killed and falls to the ground instantly. Koaye is in shock and then starts crying. “Do you know who that woman was?” asked the man. “Y..Yes,” she says, sobbing uncontrollably. The man scoots towards her and gives her a bear hug and starts comforting her. “You will never return to the world of the living, you can only stay here……

On the Should of a Stranger The sound of my shovel breaking the ground is the only noise that reaches my ears. The warm tears running down my cheeks, the only thing I feel. I slow down my breathing to match the rhythm of the steady chink of my shovel as it enters the dirt, almost reaching a hypnotic state. Anything to keep my mind off what is happening. Chink. An image of me on my knees beside the road flashes before my eyes, and with it comes a searing pain. My shovel misses its mark and…

they put me on the ground and put me in the back of the car. I saw the world in a criminals perspective as they drove me home. When we arrived they let me go and said that it was my only warning. I knocked on the door and I saw her, her eyes red from crying for her son who had chosen the wrong path. I stepped inside and closed that door. We stared at each other for a long time, then I fell to my knees sobbing because I realized my mistake, I begged her for forgiveness. She granted it to me and…

My first year of college, I experienced the greatest tragedy of my life. Some may say she was just a dog, but to me, she was my best friend. My Chihuahua, Tiny. I received this dog as a gift on my second birthday. At which point, she would fit in my father’s work pocket and pester me throughout her “puppy stage.” Over the years, Tiny grew into a best friend, more so than a pet. However, much of this changed when we found out she had a fatty benign tumor. 1.) At the age of 13 in 2013,…

breaker : aaron cho date: october ninth, 2009 Agatha's heart first breaks into half in the first grade. It's still when she's small and chubby-cheeked, with an unfortunate bowl-cut resting on her head. But it's quite a shame that a six-year old heart has already broken in two. His name is Aaron Cho, and she, childishly, was sure that he was the love of her life. They sipped milk and chewed on stringy chicken tenders together and played with dinosaurs side by side and had nap time sleeping…

A Happy Day That Turned Gray I remember that it was a very hot day. It was the kind of hot day that made your clothes stick to your skin and made the thought of jumping into a tub full of ice seem inviting. Although the air was thick and sticky I couldn’t help, but be excited for what would come later that day. It was the day that I had been hoping for ever since I could remember. I just couldn’t believe that it was finally here! I felt like everything would turn out okay, but I couldn’t have…

‘Til Death Do Us Part “How could you do this to me Ashley?” “I didn’t think you’d ever find out.” “You cheated on me!” “It was only a couple of dates.” “It doesn’t matter how many dates you went on. The point is that you cheated on me.” “Theo, it’s not a big deal!” “YES! IT! IS!” Theo said as he pushed Ashley in anger. All of the sudden Theo heard a loud thud. He had pushed Ashley a little harder than he had intended to. There was blood on the corner of the railing and Ashley was eight…

I did not know that I was about to hear the words that would change my life forever. It was just a regular Friday afternoon in August at around 3:30 pm. My dad had just come back from the Kellogg Eye Center; he was getting his eyes checked because he had a lesion leak making a cloud over his left eye. When he and my mom got home, he was lying on the couch looking very sad. I went into the kitchen and said “Wow, he looks really sad”. "Well, Hannah, he has stage four lung cancer, and he will…

I had moments of tears in the initial six weeks postpartum. It felt just like it did with my other two. I just had a baby and emotions are normal. Around weeks seven and eight postpartum, I began feeling an immense sense of fear. I was scared to take my three kids out in public because I felt like someone would try to take one of them. Anytime I did venture out, I was always on alert, thinking about my exit strategy or defense mechanism. Then, the fear grew in to fear with "mommy guilt" as I…

Lying on my bedroom floor, I cried. It wasn’t one of those angry cries or stress cries, it was a cry that highlighted the hurt and pain that consumed me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to deserve any of it, so I just cried. No one could hear me. Earlier that day in 2012, I woke up to my regular, everyday routine. From the kitchen, my mom yelled, “Wake up! It’s time to get ready for school!” Grumbling, I got out of my bed and started getting ready. It was a lovely spring morning, and I was…