Past, Present, and Future (Part 3)
A line of events leading up to a major injury.
I fell down to my knees and beside my grandmother and started to cry. I couldn't believe why this had to happen to me. My life was already bad enough. Later on, the paramedics came and took her away. They knew she was dead, but didn't want to be so sure.
When I went to bed that night, I couldn't sleep. When I finally did, all I could see is dripping red blood from my grandmother. I woke up next morning on the floor.
I didn't bother to make sure I had all my stuff, didn't shower, and didn't eat. Both my parents were out of the house so the house was in total silence. I walked towards the school. Even though I knew that there were screams of little children all around the playground, the only scream I could hear was of the scream and gunshot I heard last night.
I slumped down in my desk in history. I dug in my bag for my homework but couldn't find it, so I just pulled out my book and pretended to read. Really, the only thing I could think about is what I did last night. I've never been so mad and I've never done anything so stupid like that.
RRRIIIIINNNNNNGG!!!! The bell rang and class begun. The janitor came in during class and started wiping up vomit that Michal threw up. I stared at him, and I screamed. For everyone else, he was mopping up vomit. For me, the janitor looked like my dad cleaning up the puddle of blood after my grandmother left.
I was gasping for air and I couldn't breathe. The last thing I saw was my history teacher, Mrs. Hickson rushing up to me and the rest of my class staring at me.
Have you ever had more than one dream at a time? Trust me, it could happen. Or should I say nightmares...
Nightmare #1: My parents are driving with me in the car. We see a hitchhiker and we let her in. First she seems like a harmless old lady. Then she starts growing and then looked like the thief who shot my Grandmother and pulls a huge bloody axe from her purse.
Nightmare #2: It's not much to lots of people; it's just a regular murder of an old woman. But that was my Grandmother. Three shots in the shoulder. Everywhere on the carpet; blood.
Nightmare #3: It's the night of the dance. Alexis, Andy and I are at the dance. Andy finds out that Alexis was my date to, and I pretended to also just figure this out. He pushes me and I trip. I push him back and he falls into the bowl of fruit punch. Then, he falls on the floor. The fruit punch drips from shirt. He starts coughing. It gets redder. Blood red...
"Jon, good, you're not dead," said Nurse Shaw. "What happened to you, dear?" She asked.
I didn't answer her for a while, remembering the horrible thoughts of the night before.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, then go on ahead to class," she said gruffly.
I walked slowly and cautiously, shaken by the sorrowful and catastrophic nightmares I've had.
It was the end of the day already, which meant it was time for gym class. I walked in 5 minutes late for class and saw my classmates climbing on our two big rock climbing walls. Our gym is huge, like 40 or 50 feet high, and the rock walls were more than half of the gym.
One of the rock climbing walls didn't have many people because it was old, so I ran to the wall. I put on the vest and attached the harness to my vest. I started climbing on the wall. Near the top, I started to struggle. I couldn't climb higher, and started dripping sweat. I decided to quit and let go. I let the rocks go and pushed off. I heard a loud snap and figured someone must have snapped their rope. That's when I suddenly realized that it was my rope that snapped.
When I went to bed that night, I couldn't sleep. When I finally did, all I could see is dripping red blood from my grandmother. I woke up next morning on the floor.
I didn't bother to make sure I had all my stuff, didn't shower, and didn't eat. Both my parents were out of the house so the house was in total silence. I walked towards the school. Even though I knew that there were screams of little children all around the playground, the only scream I could hear was of the scream and gunshot I heard last night.
I slumped down in my desk in history. I dug in my bag for my homework but couldn't find it, so I just pulled out my book and pretended to read. Really, the only thing I could think about is what I did last night. I've never been so mad and I've never done anything so stupid like that.
RRRIIIIINNNNNNGG!!!! The bell rang and class begun. The janitor came in during class and started wiping up vomit that Michal threw up. I stared at him, and I screamed. For everyone else, he was mopping up vomit. For me, the janitor looked like my dad cleaning up the puddle of blood after my grandmother left.
I was gasping for air and I couldn't breathe. The last thing I saw was my history teacher, Mrs. Hickson rushing up to me and the rest of my class staring at me.
Have you ever had more than one dream at a time? Trust me, it could happen. Or should I say nightmares...
Nightmare #1: My parents are driving with me in the car. We see a hitchhiker and we let her in. First she seems like a harmless old lady. Then she starts growing and then looked like the thief who shot my Grandmother and pulls a huge bloody axe from her purse.
Nightmare #2: It's not much to lots of people; it's just a regular murder of an old woman. But that was my Grandmother. Three shots in the shoulder. Everywhere on the carpet; blood.
Nightmare #3: It's the night of the dance. Alexis, Andy and I are at the dance. Andy finds out that Alexis was my date to, and I pretended to also just figure this out. He pushes me and I trip. I push him back and he falls into the bowl of fruit punch. Then, he falls on the floor. The fruit punch drips from shirt. He starts coughing. It gets redder. Blood red...
"Jon, good, you're not dead," said Nurse Shaw. "What happened to you, dear?" She asked.
I didn't answer her for a while, remembering the horrible thoughts of the night before.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, then go on ahead to class," she said gruffly.
I walked slowly and cautiously, shaken by the sorrowful and catastrophic nightmares I've had.
It was the end of the day already, which meant it was time for gym class. I walked in 5 minutes late for class and saw my classmates climbing on our two big rock climbing walls. Our gym is huge, like 40 or 50 feet high, and the rock walls were more than half of the gym.
One of the rock climbing walls didn't have many people because it was old, so I ran to the wall. I put on the vest and attached the harness to my vest. I started climbing on the wall. Near the top, I started to struggle. I couldn't climb higher, and started dripping sweat. I decided to quit and let go. I let the rocks go and pushed off. I heard a loud snap and figured someone must have snapped their rope. That's when I suddenly realized that it was my rope that snapped.
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