I wake up but not to my own body, I feel… different. I go into the bathroom to look in the mirror, as I look up I was the no other than famous philosopher David Misher. I’m a big fan of the things he can do but I don’t know if I want to be home forever, in the morning magazine he’s about to give the grand speech for the meaning of life. I need to find a way out of this monstrosity. I will have to do the speech or I will most likely not be out of this body. I quickly get dressed and head to the big library where it is hosted. As I arrived there the back stage crew where pushing me in to go backstage. I now only had a few minutes until I was up, this is my time to shine as I say of little words of in courage meant. One of the crew members hold of three fingers and counts done, she proceeds to push me forward to the stage. I take one final deep breath before I have to face reality, I tap the mic to see if it’s on and the speakers buzz. As if there saying yes.
“Hello everybody as you all know why I am here is to send a message for everyone to know, what really is the meaning of life?” “ it’s to cherish every minute and day with the people who you so love, now don’t take what I’m saying for granted. Abusing things like this will lash back at you with harsh consequences, but the main point that of what I am trying to say is enjoy the things in your life that you love. Never forget that” The crowd cheers, as I wave to all of them then walk off the stage. As I drove home I started to feel dizzy, I pulled over to the side of the road to take a break. I passed out for a few minutes, I look at myself in the mirror realizing I’m back to my normal body again. I sighed of relieve, grinning at myself for being so embarrassingly stupid on the stage while giving the speech. Once I got home I made contact with the famous philosopher . “You know what happened right?” “Yes, excellent job with the speech, wish I could have got your autograph” “Haha, thank you , goodbye now” To look back at it now I’ve never been more proud of myself.

“Help!” You may be wondering what’s all the commotion? I’ll back track for you. I was at my favorite art galary admiring my mothers painting, the last painting before her passing. As I was walking out of the building I glanced at this red trail with red flowers, then I spotted that this younge lady with blonde hair and a white flower dress walk down the other side of holding a basket, I thought mabye she went in there to go pick some of the red flowers. Then I heard her crying out for help, so I sped walked down the path. I smelled this aroma that smelled like blood, as I turn the corner I saw three grey wolfs ripping her apart like a zombie would. I covered my mouth with my hand trying to not make a sound I quietly step back and jog back to the art galary I glance behind me and see the pool of blood slowly flow down the path, like it’s chasing after me. As I reach the art galary, I had felt the stress lift off my shoulders. I had never went down that path ever since then.

Everybody uses a different meaning for everything, it’s sometimes the way we display them. What the word belonging means to me is a sense of worth that you have in this world. It’s just your choice to display the gratitude or worth knowing that you belong, then and now. Sometimes we don’t want to be here or we grief over things that has happened, or that’s going to happen. We all have to push our way through the hard things in life before we get to the easy things in life. It’s like building a toy, only understanding half of what the instructions are explaining to you, it takes time to understand things and that ok. Try new things to see where it leads you to, who knows mabye something extraordinary may happen?

I wake up from being unconscious, I’m blind folded I have no ability to see nor do I want to see who it is. My breath is shallow, I hear foot steps coming closer and closer. “I’ll take the rag out of your mouth if you promise not to scream” He pulls the rag out and I choke, I lick my lips. “Is there something you want from me” “You know what I want” “ I don’t unless you specify what that is” My voice is hoarse, so I clear my throat. “I want to kill you, just how I killed my dad” “Why I’m of no value to you anyway” “I want to collect your hair and make a wig” “Killing me won’t change anything, it will only make it worse” “Tell me why that is, if you so please” “All these younge people or old people you kill haven’t either lived there life to their fullest or haven’t completed there life to their fullest, and your taking that away from them.” “I choose to do so” “Well don’t, would you kill god if you had a chance?” “ I don’t think that’s any of your concern” I shake my head in denial waiting for him to respond to me again. “Fine I’ll find someone else that’s more pleasing to the eye to kill” “as you wish” He gets the rag that was from my mouth and poured chloriform, he slowly walked to me and put it over my mouth. “Your wish has been granted” He says then my eyes twich closed. I wake up by a tree, I quickly got up and ran to my house knowing the cordinates are very important if you want to make it back home. I make it to my house and lock the door and baracade it will a chair, and take a quick shower. I come out of the bathroom and lay on the couch and fall soundly asleep slowly.

All I see is darkness, but what they will see is much more than darkness many even worse then hell. The man pulls out the raf that was in my mouth and puts in a gag, making it harder for me to breath steadily. He walks away and closes the door behind him, i quickly pulll out the razor the was stuffed in my back pocket, he never even realized that I had any weapons because he’s not experienced at this I can tell it’s his first or second time. As I hold the razor at the right angle, I get an accurate cut to release the rope from my wrists. I roll my wrists around to relief my joint pain, now the only thing I have left to do is cut the rope off from my ankles. “Slice” they quietly dropped on the floor. I quickly sprinted to the door to lock it, think of it as an extra precaution. I look around to find a window just barely big enough for me to slide out from. I open it and slide out of the window. He then starts banging on the door trying to break it open, i turn around and realized that I hadn’t taken off the gage yet, I was so focused that my brain didn’t care at the time. I unlatch it and throw it in the bushes, then I run off. After I got home I took extra precautions since then. But I was never really afraid because now he’s in jail, because police tracked my location while I was in the room and arrested him.

Every morning when I wake up I look in the mirror always imagining my face being melted by candles as demons are holding them. I can even feel the burning sensation pulsing through my skin, I accidentally slip out a tiny squeal. I hop back in bed and curl the pillow in my face so I don’t have to look in the mirror every day. I have this bad disorder where I oulll my hair out due to stress I try to distract myself by listening to my clock ticking but nothing is helping so I just deal with the fact that it’s never going to improve. I fall back asleep always anticipating looking back into the mirror.

I grab my sisters hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump, we both wanted this for a while to have our skulls crushed as we collide with the ground. As we fall our dresses fly through the wind wanting to go back to the way it was. As we get closer to the ground we see spikes that grew up from the ground, i close my eyes and squeeze my sisters hand then take one last final deep breath as the spikes went through my torso making my heart stop beating. Blood spurts out of my mouth as I twitch. My eyes flicker until the light goes out. I’m now in heaven but I don’t know where to go, I have an angel guide me through the long hallway until she pushes me through this apartment that I am going to be lonely in. I jump in the bed and never came out of the room. I slept until my soul vanished from heaven where I was nothing but the wind.

A memory my mind will cherish forever is when me and my grandma where at a park, I looked over to my right to see the most beautiful sparkling reflection beaming off from the water. It was so mesmerizing to look at, I’ve realized that this memory will forever ever be sentimental to me from then and now. Even though my grandma passed away after this memory, to be more precise seven years. I’ve come to live with terms that not everything can stay the way you want them to, but if you move on the more you begin to realize that you don’t need to cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. Every moment I spent with her was a memory I couldn’t remember.

Every Wednesday night our family plays uno no mercy. It’s been in our family for many generations and we continue the tradition. As I separate the deck evenly between us I set the final deck in the middle of the table to start the game. The first card on the table is a red one, so I place a red four card. I notice a shadow in the hallway coming closer and closer as each one of us place down a red card. I start to become very anxious, then someone lays down a plus four and chooses red, which doesn’t change anything since we were already playing red. I place down a red eight and see the shadow again, it comes behind jade and twists her neck. She slumps in her chair with no pulse, I quickly took everyone’s cards and shuffled them and put them back in the box where they were and threw them in the fireplace to watch them burn. Our family started a new tradition with another uno game that has a little mercy.

I’ve always wondered what was beyond the boarded up walls at the end of my street. Every afternoon I always get my favorite ice cream from the ice cream truck it’s a strawberry cheesecake pop. The man always gives me a discount since I’m one of his loyal customers. As I’m eating my delicious Icecream I walk down the street thinking of what scenarios will happen once I tear through the wooden planks. I stop in front of the door way and spot a axe by the side of the wooden rocking chair. I pick it up and this a few swings until the door way wasn’t boarded up anymore. I walk down the eerie dark hallway, I see a room with glowing blue lights shining out. I peek my head in the room and see a old man with grey hair with a hunched back standing in front of a shelf with preserved jars full of hands. My eyes widen with shock as my chest felt heavier my breathing was getting faster. The man turned around and grinned at me with his black eyes, I closed the door and sprinted out of the house leaving the half eaten ice cream on the wooden floor board. I ran back to my house and became non verbal whenever my parents talked to me. Ever since that situation happened I never spoke again.