Tears

As I wake up in this stranger’s home with tears coming down my face I asked myself would I ever see my parents again. It all started when I was in second grade. One day I was messing around and I got in trouble with my dad, and I could tell that he furious his whole face was red and I swear I could see the smoke come out of his ears, so I ran away from him, but he trapped me in the corner and he took off his belt and he started beating me while I laid on the floor I can feel the sting of the…

was afraid. Afraid of what I was going to see, the most important person in my life lying there lifeless, but I could not help but want to see him one last time. At the funeral I sat with my grandma, watching her cry, her face filled with pain as tears dropped slowly down her face. I got up and slowly walked toward the front of the room and gazed back at everyone in the room, watching their faces filled with sadness. I turned…

‘Huh?!’ Startled, I opened my eyes. Looking around, I realized that I’m no longer in my room. Everything is dark. Not dark like the color black or the night, but dark like despair, like a sadness that knows no end. Dark like all the happiness, joy, and hope had been sucked out of existence here. ‘Dark like my life.’ I take a step forward and the floor lits up with a blinding light. So bright that I couldn’t look down anymore. I was awestruck at that moment. At my feet, the light was…

Kneeling over top of her in that pure white dress trying to find the words I need to say was difficult. I had tears in my eyes and my heart felt like it was about to beat right out of my chest. My whole body wash shaking, and it felt as though I was going to vibrate right though the floor. All eyes are on me as I am in a trance like state not being able to look away from my hands. That night looking down at my blood soaked hands would change the way I looked at myself for the rest of my…

that night, they fully realized their accomplishment, they beat Poseidon. They heard an odd noise coming from the beach and wandered outside. They came out to find Poseidon sitting in the water sobbing his eyes out. Each tear that dripped landed in the water, and as soon as the tears hit the water the water started to…

burying his face in my chest, tears falling from his eyes. “We need you, JJ! We’re so sorry for neglecting you.” Harry admitted, hugging me tighter. “Please don’t leave us, JJ. We love you.” Vik begged, looking up at me with teary eyes. A pang of longing hit me as the two boys hugged me. I truly missed the love and affection they gave. Tears began to form in my eyes and I fell to the ground, Harry and Vik still clinging to my body. I wrapped my arms around them, letting my tears flow freely.…

We should.” They knelt on the green and gray tile floor and prayed for a miracle. Jase’s words to God were no more than a whisper. Her tears came swiftly with the words he said. “God, please make my Mommy feel better. Fix her Lamb and her bad coughs. Please help her wake up and still love me. I promise to go faster next time if you help her wake up. Help my Mommy find her prince. The one…

person to be going on mission Jupiter will be…”. There was dead silence in the crowd, so silent you could hear the person breathing from across the room. “Ashley Z. from Hawaii!” Carl shouted with excitement. The crowd was no longer silent. There were tears from Ashley, screams from her family, and excitement from those who didn’t get picked as they took her away. “Okay then, if we could all just be quiet now, the next person to be going on mission Jupiter is…” Carl said with a smirk on his…

My mother tells me that dreams are crossroads, not belonging to the mortal or spirit world. In dreams, the deceased can communicate with the living, tie up loose ends. The lost souls would be able to apologize for anything done wrong, be able to say “I love you” one last time, and even tell them where a certain large stack of money is hidden. The possibilities are infinite in Crossroad. Once anything that made the spirit feel fragmented arose, they were condemned to wander Crossroad in search of…

Keziah was a role model for me since I was practically an infant, and she still is a role model to me today. To me, she’s the older sister I’ll never have. She helped me grow up to be the teenage girl I am today. I looked up to Keziah as someone I should strive to become. She’s pure-hearted, supportive, passionate about what she loves and extremely generous. Those are such attractive traits to have, in my opinion. I don’t think I would be the same person that I am today if I’ve never met her…