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Eveythings different
Aeste
Waking up everything was Different
Home
School
Mom
Everything
There was no breakfast in the morning
There was
Yelling
Throwing
Manipulating
I walked downstairs
As quiet as I could
I was told to stay in the room
That was where I belonged
From the wise words of mom
I looked at Curly
And without a word
He came
Curly
She looked at me
And without a word
She talked
She said
Come with me
Please
You know I need you
Need
She needed me
I’m just a dog but
I was the only thing
left
Aeste
I brought him downstairs
And outside
Even though
It was raining
I stayed with him
What would happen if I didn’t
Would he leave
Would something happen
Would he miss me
Questions that I never want answers to
Curly
I went outside and there she was
Her wet curly brown hair
Dripping down onto her light caramelized colored skin
Because of the rain
Her forest green eyes looking at me
Waiting
For me
Aeste
When we came inside
I went to the couch
As I sat down I looked around
And felt Empty
Nothing was there
Except for this curly haired
golden retriever
With dark brown eyes almost black
The dog the saved my life
Curly
She looked around
She looked empty
She looked like this isn’t the place for her
And it's not
She doesn’t belong here
She is meant to do
Big things
And she can’t
Because she is stuck
Aeste
Being stuck is
Scary
Not being able to move
Not being able to breathe
Not being able to talk
Not being able to do anything
Is being stuck
Curly
The thing bout being
stuck
is the people
who feel like that
Are the one you
wouldn’t think are
The ones with the big
Beautiful smile
The ones making the jokes and
Jumping around
Those are the ones that suffer the most
She used to be that
Happy person but
Now she is just a suffers
Aeste
After sitting
I realize
that I can't feel this way for long
one day I will feel better
One day I will get up
and I will do better for myself
I will do better
Only that day is not now
The day could be tomorrow
Or the day could be 5 years away
But that day will be a very good one.
Curly
One day she will feel better
Only that day is not soon
For now, she will sleep
she will dream
Because
It is one
Of the many things
That she can do well
Because
After two years
of watching her shut herself out,
She may open the doors
She may go outside
She may read a book
Aeste
I woke up and felt things I hadn't in a while.
Happy
Energized
Motivated
I opened the doors
I went outside
I read
It's not a lot to others
but
To me, this is everything
This is what life is
Curly
She is feeling good
I'm feeling good
Something will happen
Because this always happens
She becomes happy but
then it will be ruined by evil
Mom
She thinks she is so much better than me
but she’s not,
She will do as I say
And
Do as I do
And that will be the best gift.
The gift of another me
Not her father
I don't want one of those
Aeste
She came home
All to soon
All to quick
All to mad
The doors were open
The windows were open
I was reading
I felt free
but she was home too soon
The freedom I once knew had gone
My freedom, gone
Mom
Do you remember the best day of my life,
The day I got a call saying
Your father is dead
“Your father died,
Heart attack.
I'm glad he's gone
Now I don't have to worry about him
I just have to
Deal
With you”
Aeste
I hope you rot in hell
I wish you were the one who died
What happened to you
You were happy
you were fun
You were loving
you were kind
It was sh*t right
All a front
That loving happy mom went down the drain
with all the respect that you had
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This pice is my final for my creative writing class and was given multiple compliments so in decided to publish