please read this, kind of important to me!
ok, if you read this, please tell me what you think of it, even if it is bad, i don't care, i have a right to know. right? i am still working on it. some of it might not make sense, but i had to use all of the visual cliche characters from the first part of the assignment. believe it or not this assignment was for my art class.
I kept running and running but I couldn’t seem to get away. I looked behind me to see if it was still there. To my surprise it wasn’t. I thought it went away, that I had out run it, but I was wrong. I heard something that sounded like it was behind me. There it was, right in front of me! I screamed hoping that some one would hear me. I saw it pull out something sharp. As I saw it glisten in the moonlight, I ran. I didn’t know where to go; all I knew was that I had to get away. All of the sudden someone grabbed me, and pulled me behind a tree. It was Jimmy, a kid that went to school with me. “What’s going on? What is that thing that is after me?” I asked Jimmy. He replied, “Remember the two guys that escaped from the mental hospital a couple of months ago, well he is one of them.”
After he said that, a twig snapped. We both became very quiet. Then someone tapped my shoulder, I jumped screaming. It was just my next door neighbor, Ms. Bell. She worked at Framework Photography. “Ms. Bell what are you doing here?” I asked nervously, “Oh, I was trying to get a picture of the forest, for the presentation at convention center on Saturday.” After she replied, she asked me what I was doing out so late, I told her “I was on my way home from Crystal’s house, when someone started coming after me so I ran into the woods trying to get away, and then I ran into Jimmy.” I asked her if she had seen anyone else in the woods besides us. She shook her head no, and told us that she’s only seen us.
Ms. Bell ended up giving me and Jimmy a ride home. I ended up staying up at Jimmy’s house because I didn’t feel like getting in trouble with my parents. “Hey, you know you never told me what you were doing in the forest?” He replied, “I was taking a walk when I heard you scream. That‘s when I remembered the guys that escaped from the mental hospital.”
The rest of the night I was wondering if I should tell anyone what had happened. When morning came I asked Jimmy if I should tell some one. He told me that I should probably go to the officials. Later that day after school, I stopped by the police station. I told them what had happened. They had me write down my statement, so that they could keep it on record. After work I went home. When I got home I saw that there was a lot of commotion next door at Ms. Bell’s house. I asked my parents what was going on, but they told me that they didn’t know what was going on. All they said was that they were eating dinner when they heard the cops pull up. A few minutes later, we saw a body bag, and we then knew what had happened.
The next day at school I was talking to Jimmy about it. I told him that I thought it could have been the guy from the forest. He said that it was all in mind, but I didn’t believe him when he said it. Like he thought that I was right.
When I got to cooking class, I found out that we had a guest speaker today. The guy was a chef from some restaurant about 30 minutes outside of town. He kept on talking about how using the right knife is very important preparing food, and like what spices to use with what. He was starting to get on nerves. I was starting to wish that I took art instead of cooking. For starters the guest speakers were more interesting, and the art teacher is nicer.
When I got home that day the cops were waiting for me. They said that I had to go downtown to answer a few questions, about Ms. Bell’s death. I went downtown willingly thinking that they were just going to ask me if I saw what happened, but once again I was wrong. They kept asking me questions about her death, and where I was when she was killed. I told them that I was working at the
When I left the police station I didn’t go directly home, I stopped at Jimmy’s first. I told him what just happened. At first he thought that I was joking. When he found out that I wasn’t joking he asked me if my parents knew about anything that has happened these past couple of days; I told him I haven’t told them anything.
When I got home for the second time that night, my parents called me into the living room. When I saw who was standing in the living room with my parents, my heart stopped. Once again the cops were at my house. My parents now knew what was going on. Before the cops arrested me, my parents asked me if I did it. I told them that I could never kill anyone.
As I was getting booked I was thinking, “Who would want to murder Ms. Bell?”
When my parents came to bail me out a couple of days later, I had decided to go the mental hospital. I was hoping to find out something about the two guys that escaped. I asked to talk to the doctor. I asked him a couple of questions about the two guys that escaped a few weeks ago. I asked him why they were in the hospital; he told me that they were charged two years ago with the murder of the girl that went to the community college. “They were sent here because they were found insane.”
Over the weekend I was wondering if the cops had checked out my alibi. So when I went to work on Monday I asked Mr. Shafer if any cops had come to talk him about me. He said that the cops had stopped by Friday to talk to him, “They asked me if you were here at 4:00pm, and I told them that you left at 3:30pm.” I told Mr. Shafer that I was here until 5:00pm. I asked him if he could check. He showed me his records, and he was right. I left 3:30. “But I could have sworn that I left a 5:00.”
When I got home I got a call from Jimmy, he told me that he had made the basketball team! Knowing Jimmy this was really important to him. Even though I was happy for him I had other things to worry about, like who really murdered Ms. Bell.
A few days later when I got home, I started dinner. I saw that my parents had left a note saying that they had to go pick up some things at the store. When I heard the door shut I figured that it was my parents coming back from the store. I went to the door to go help them bring in the groceries but there was no one there. I guessed that it was just me imagining it, so I went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. That was when I saw them, the chef that spoke at school and the guy from the forest. I was so scared that I just ran. I went to go pick up the phone hoping to get a hold of the police, but the phone was disconnected. I was running towards the door, but it was blocked. I couldn’t think of what to do now. I just stood there as they walked towards me. “Why are you after me? I haven’t done anything to you!” I said. They both laughed, and then the chef spoke. “You don’t know who we are do you?” he said. I shook my head yes and he continued talking. “Your dad the business man is the reason that we were put into that stupid mental hospital. If he had just kept his mouth shut, none of this would be happening.” I was just standing there trying to figure out what my dad had to do with any of this. That was when I heard the car pull up, and before I knew it they were gone.
When my parents came in they saw me just standing there. They had asked me what was going on. I told them what happened. That was when my dad told me something that surprised me. “The two guys that escaped were found this morning, are you sure you aren’t just imagining all of this?” I started to think that maybe I was just imagining everything.
The next day I went to the mental hospital again to talk to the doctor. He told me that the two guys were found yesterday morning, and then he asked me why I wanted to know. I ended up telling him about everything that has happened these past couple of weeks. After I told him he started asking me a bunch of questions and that is when I left. He was talking to me like I was crazy.
After I left the mental hospital I went home to talk to my parents. When I got home my parents told me that the doctor from the mental hospital called. He told my parents everything that I told him. Then my parents started talking to me like I was crazy. I asked them what else the doctor told them, and they didn’t say anything. “He wants to talk to you just to make sure you are okay, especially after everything you say has happened.” That was when I snapped, “Look, I’m telling the truth! It did happen, why do you think I didn’t come home that night?” I yelled “Didn’t you even notice I wasn’t here!” They told me they just assumed that I spent the night at
The next day after school I had to baby sit my little brother, because my parents had to go talk to the doctor at the mental hospital. I had a feeling that they would end up coming back with bad news. While I was watching my brother he made me play astronauts with him. When my parents finally came home they brought my little brother and me a present. They got him a clown doll and they got me a pair of earrings. Now I knew that they had bad news. After they put my brother to bed I asked them what the bad news was. They told me that I had to stay at the mental hospital for a few weeks until they were sure I was okay. (I was starting to regret talking with that doctor.) “How can you put me in there when I didn’t even go to that stupid consultation?” They replied “We are your parents and we think that there is some thing wrong with you and we just don’t want to get into any more trouble.”
Later that night I was committed to the mental hospital. I felt like my life was falling apart. My parents thought that I was crazy, all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. By the second week at the hospital I was starting to think that I was crazy. All they did was talk to me like I was five years old and ask me the same old questions every single day. At the end of the second week I snuck a phone call to Jimmy. I asked him if he could just talk to my parents and tell them that I was telling the truth. He said that he would try but he didn’t know if it was going to make any difference (my parents were really stubborn).
The next day while I was coming back from talking with the doctor I ran into one of the guys. I went to one of the nurse’s and told them that I saw one of the guys that escaped. They told me that it was probably just me imagining it, because they were in a different ward on the other side of the building. I told her that I knew what I saw. She then told me to go back to my room. When I got back to my room, I pulled out a notebook and a pen. I started to write down what I saw and what I told the nurse. From then on, I would write down what I did every day, just in case any thing else happens.
A week passed until I saw the guys again. This time I saw both of them together. I saw that they were following me, so I walked up to a nurse and told them that there was someone following me. They told me that there was no one there. I turned around and she was right, there was no one there. She asked me if I was okay. I shook it off and told her that I was fine. I was probably just letting my mind get the better of me. When I got back to my room, I saw that my chest was open, and my notebook was gone. When I turned around there they were, just standing there looking at me. I tried to get around them but one of them grabbed me. Before I knew it they took my notebook, and injected me with something.
I woke up screaming. My mom told me to calm down. I asked her what she was doing here, and she told me “What do you mean? I heard you screaming, and I came in to check on you?” I looked around, and I realized that I was in my room. I asked her “Wasn’t I in the mental hospital?” She told me that I have never been to any mental hospital, and then she asked me why. So I told her everything. To my surprise she told me that it was just a bad dream, that none of that stuff ever happened. “But it seemed so real.” She replied, “Night mares are like that.”
All along some thing I thought was real was just a bad dream. The next day I was on my way home from
