‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting seterusnya to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains of Aretha Franklin Singing "Ain't No Way" floated through the frigid air. The heater was broken, it had always been broken. Then again, who had ever needed a heater in Florida. I shivered as the cold darkness outside seemed to creep inside the car and bungkus, balut its arms around me. The warm sunshine of Florida was long gone. Tears welled in my eyes, but I struggled against letting them spill. He couldn't know how I felt.
As Aretha asked "how cold and cruel is a man?” I blinked away my tears. I tried to slow my breathing down and be as quiet as possible. My eyes focused in on the man's right hand. I couldn’t have cared less about his left hand; it was wrapped tightly around that bottle of Jack Daniels and I was sure it would let go until Jack was bone dry. It was what was casually gripped in his left hand, the same hand that was steering the car, which mattered to me. The gun was loaded, atau so he had said. Of course, I had believed he was telling the truth. I had believed him when he held it to my head at the gas station and told me to alih to the passenger seat. I had believed him when he got in and told me he would kill me if I didn't shut my dog up. My dog...loyal devoted Jesse, who now lay in the backseat of my car with a bullet in his head. Something caught in my throat; a mixture of sorrow and disgust. He'd lied to me, that bastard. He'd berkata he'd kill ME if I didn't shut Jesse up. He'd lied. He'd lied and shot Jesse instead. I trembled again, but not from the cold. The tears trickling down my face were no longer tears of fear.
The car came to a stop. I looked ke hadapan and watched as a train rumbled past in front of us. The train engineer had no idea, no idea that for the past twelve hours I had been a prisoner in my own car, held captive sejak some crazed and drunken madman. It was at that moment, as I watched the locomotive rumble past, that something snapped. Maybe it was being so close to people who could help, but I was longer in fear of this cold, cruel man who sat seterusnya too me. I reached over and grabbed the nearly empty whiskey bottle out of the man's hands. His reflexes were slow, impaired sejak the alcohol rushing through his blood. He had barely registered the sound of broken glass before blood began pouring down his face from the gash in his head. The gun slipped from his fingers onto the floor. He grabbed his head and looked over at me, disbelief and shock pooling up inside his eyes. I reached over, opened his door and with one fluid movement, pushed him outside onto the Frozen ground. With Aretha Franklin crooning about how "it ain't no way," I pulled myself into the driver's seat, being careful to avoid the gun that lay on the floor. I put the car in reverse and hit the gas. The car shot backwards and the lone figure of a man laying on the ground appeared in front of me, illuminated sejak the car's headlights. My foot pressed down on the brake, almost of its own accord. I glanced in the backseat at the unmoving figure of my sweet and beloved dog, who had never hurt anyone and who had only been barking to try and protect me. My hand mechanically put the car in drive. The train rumbled off into the distance and I was now all alone. Alone with him. I hit the gas pedal. As I felt the car connect with his body, only one thought appeared in my head. ‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’
As Aretha asked "how cold and cruel is a man?” I blinked away my tears. I tried to slow my breathing down and be as quiet as possible. My eyes focused in on the man's right hand. I couldn’t have cared less about his left hand; it was wrapped tightly around that bottle of Jack Daniels and I was sure it would let go until Jack was bone dry. It was what was casually gripped in his left hand, the same hand that was steering the car, which mattered to me. The gun was loaded, atau so he had said. Of course, I had believed he was telling the truth. I had believed him when he held it to my head at the gas station and told me to alih to the passenger seat. I had believed him when he got in and told me he would kill me if I didn't shut my dog up. My dog...loyal devoted Jesse, who now lay in the backseat of my car with a bullet in his head. Something caught in my throat; a mixture of sorrow and disgust. He'd lied to me, that bastard. He'd berkata he'd kill ME if I didn't shut Jesse up. He'd lied. He'd lied and shot Jesse instead. I trembled again, but not from the cold. The tears trickling down my face were no longer tears of fear.
The car came to a stop. I looked ke hadapan and watched as a train rumbled past in front of us. The train engineer had no idea, no idea that for the past twelve hours I had been a prisoner in my own car, held captive sejak some crazed and drunken madman. It was at that moment, as I watched the locomotive rumble past, that something snapped. Maybe it was being so close to people who could help, but I was longer in fear of this cold, cruel man who sat seterusnya too me. I reached over and grabbed the nearly empty whiskey bottle out of the man's hands. His reflexes were slow, impaired sejak the alcohol rushing through his blood. He had barely registered the sound of broken glass before blood began pouring down his face from the gash in his head. The gun slipped from his fingers onto the floor. He grabbed his head and looked over at me, disbelief and shock pooling up inside his eyes. I reached over, opened his door and with one fluid movement, pushed him outside onto the Frozen ground. With Aretha Franklin crooning about how "it ain't no way," I pulled myself into the driver's seat, being careful to avoid the gun that lay on the floor. I put the car in reverse and hit the gas. The car shot backwards and the lone figure of a man laying on the ground appeared in front of me, illuminated sejak the car's headlights. My foot pressed down on the brake, almost of its own accord. I glanced in the backseat at the unmoving figure of my sweet and beloved dog, who had never hurt anyone and who had only been barking to try and protect me. My hand mechanically put the car in drive. The train rumbled off into the distance and I was now all alone. Alone with him. I hit the gas pedal. As I felt the car connect with his body, only one thought appeared in my head. ‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
atau protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
atau protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
OK so i was walking down the street...all alone...in the rain...not happy but not sad ether...when suddenly I ran into a magnolia tree!I don't know how I didn't see it...or why it was in the middle of the road-but it was there and when I looked at it I saw it was the biggest magnolia I had ever seen;it was absolutely GINORMOUS!it to be at least as tall as a skyscraper. I couldn't even see the top.Now what is the easiest way to get past a tree? Go around it of course! but when i looked there was a wall!Two walls!on ether side of the pokok that prevented me from passing(again,how didn't I see this before?)It was not an ordinary
dinding ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a magnolia and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do anda think I did?What would anda have done?
dinding ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a magnolia and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do anda think I did?What would anda have done?
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad berkata one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. hari and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss anda ... even if I never met anda =,[
seterusnya journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss anda ... even if I never met anda =,[
seterusnya journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
Asperger's Syndrome is a mild form of autism with a bit of learning disability. It is the same as social anxiety. People with this kind have difficulty learning academics, socializing with other people, and forming friendships.
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, anda see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is anda feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. anda will realize that those people have lebih intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great hati, tengah-tengah of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, anda see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is anda feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. anda will realize that those people have lebih intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great hati, tengah-tengah of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
First off,harry potter has actual struggle and creative and developed villains while twilight centers around a girl who is completely dependent on a 2 hot guys who go to war for her and constantly abuse her.Second,harry potter has compelling storyline and fun unique characters while twilight is ALL STEREOTYPES, with the new hot shallow girl who runs a Cinta segitiga, segi tiga and the the two guys and their Friends who fight over her.And lastly, for all anda people who say that edward is hotter than harry, cedric is hotter than edward.look at all characters,not just the main ones.peace y'all