Tears for Fears

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…

last thing I remembered was watching the paramedics take my mom away from my grip as I walled and thrashed with all of my remaining strength until an officer held me down. The second his foreign hands touched my body I clawed at his face. I felt the tears surface my checks. "Mom!" My lungs croaked with every word. My sorrowful eyes followed the speeding ambulance as it disappeared from my sight. The officer wrapped his arms around my fragile shoulders meanwhile my ears caught the other's…

turned around slowly. I saw Luke with a worried face. "Please don't cry... or else your make me cry.." He said while tearing up. Huh? I put my hand to my face and felt liquid. He went in front of me and cupped my face with his hands and wiped my tears. I blushed and looked down. What has this boy done to me? I am supposed to be emotionless. "I'm not crying.. My eyes are just sweating.." I said with a forced laugh. He looked at me with a sad smile. I got up and ran away from him. Why am I even…

to go, let's get in the car.”I told my son, with fake happiness. “Is dad coming with us?”Adam questioned. “No honey, let's go home daddy can't come with us.”I said on the verge of tears. “How long will he be gone for?”Adam asked, sounding confused. “Adam I’m sorry to say this, Dad is going away forever.”I say as tears run down my cheek. “WHAT!!!!, no he promised he’d come back, he promised he doesn’t break a promise,” he says violently slamming his door.…

*Slash* he feels the blade of the knife cuts through the first layer of his back's skin. He screeches in pain, and a single tear escapes his left eye. *Slash* another cut slices in the opposite direction on his flesh, which paints a bloody “X” on his back. He starts to feel streams of blood running down his thin sheet of skin out of the freshly sliced cuts and drenching his shirt with spots of blood. He restraints himself to look back, because another look at his mother would cost him his life.…

It was October 18, 2016, and I was about to meet clowns, killers, and hungry butcher. I didn't know how I did it but I made it out of there alive and in one piece. I was in downtown Baton Rouge at a 40,000 square foot building known as the 13th Gate. A place full of professional actors with a creepy makeup job. One thing I remember the most was the elevator shaft. That crazy nurse told the group,” Stay to the edge,” well next thing you know is that the elevator starts shaking, the lights go…

through the glass door of my office, labeled “Doug P Mills, M.D., Head of Diagnostic Medicine. The passages of this hospital cried with emotional distress. Patients, doctors, nurses, and visitors all share one thing in common: empathy. The walls reek of tears and hope. For me, I’m amused at the doctors that lose sleep over their patients. Emotion is just a nuisance. “Dr. Mills,” one of the new nurses barged through my door, “something is wrong with patient Karen Sullivan.” “Who?” I wasn’t in…

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