The one I let go..

It was a dreary afternoon, rainy but the sun peeked out above the clouds as baby drops of rain fell upon my face. My black umbrella was above my head as I walked upon the sandy sidewalk. People along the grass not even paying attention to the rain that bounced onto their blankets. I thought of what I could be doing with my life on this rainy day but all I could think about was her. Her blossom red cheeks, with burgundy hair, and eyes that burst into flames when you caught her eye. We were fine…at first but as we got to know each other we seemed to grow apart. She was more interested it seemed in guys. I felt like a fling, maybe I was. I continued to walk down the sidewalk and think about why I wasn’t good enough for her. One day she sat with a boy named Dwight, he was more of a preppy guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. She never looked at me once- she ignored me, blew me off. I never thought she would act so childish but she did. Conversations were never the same from that point on. She gave me a sense that it was over between us. I thought she was scared of showing her true feelings for me. Then again she refused to walk down the crowded hallway and hold my hand. She didn’t want to be seen with me…at all. Today I approached her and looked into her eyes to say “Goodbye”. It needed to be done I needed to have some closure. It had always been hard for me to say goodbye, but this was necessary. “Goodbye Jasmine”.

He sat with one hand on his knee and a shirt on him that was ripped on each side. His porch was made of boards that stuck out on either side and showed no interest as people walked on them, not thinking that they could break at any moment. He owned a ranch that was 45 acres; he possessed cows that would roam and horses in the barn across the house. James has lived in this house and ranch for over 25 years now. He tried to keep things in order but it was starting to get harder. His spouse, Jane, died a few years ago from a hit to the chest and a few to the face. She was giving the horse a bath by herself and the horse was startled by a mouse that ran across the ground. Thunder, the horse, threw back his legs and started to kick in the air, he then kicked Jane in the upper part of her chest. She fell to the ground and the horse came down on her, she was crushed between the mud red ground and the silver hooves of Thunder. Jane was suffering from eternal bleeding; Dr. Labyrinth could not stop the surge of blood departing from her body. She died within the hour on her bed. James does not sleep in the room where she died he sleeps on the beaten, holed up couched. This is usually where Jessie slept, you could tell by all the shavings of hair left on the sofa from years and years ago. He was moving to a different part of town. He wanted to let her go and to let everything in this house that had happened go from his mind. He sat in awe as he knew his journey in this house was coming to an end. For the first time in his life he was letting go of Jane and letting her roam free throughout the land of Jane and James. He could now live in peace and so could she.

He sat with one hand on his knee and a shirt on him that was ripped on each side. His porch was made of boards that stuck out on either side and showed no interest as people walked on them, not thinking that they could break at any moment. He owned a ranch that was 45 acres; he possessed cows that would roam and horses in the barn across the house. James has lived in this house and ranch for over 25 years now. He tried to keep things in order but it was starting to get harder. His spouse, Jane, died a few years ago from a hit to the chest and a few to the face. She was giving the horse a bath by herself and the horse was startled by a mouse that ran across the ground. Thunder, the horse, threw back his legs and started to kick in the air, he then kicked Jane in the upper part of her chest. She fell to the ground and the horse came down on her, she was crushed between the mud red ground and the silver hooves of Thunder. Jane was suffering from eternal bleeding; Dr. Labyrinth could not stop the surge of blood departing from her body. She died within the hour on her bed. James does not sleep in the room where she died he sleeps on the beaten, holed up couched. This is usually where Jessie slept, you could tell by all the shavings of hair left on the sofa from years and years ago. He was moving to a different part of town. He wanted to let her go and to let everything in this house that had happened go from his mind. He sat in awe as he knew his journey in this house was coming to an end. For the first time in his life he was letting go of Jane and letting her roam free throughout the land of Jane and James. He could now live in peace and so could she.

The one thing I disliked was being in the same room with the one girl who standed awkwardly, hair pulled back, and the skin the color of a sunset on the horizon. People really thought she was strange. How I don’t know, it just seems to me that some of my friends thought she looked funny, like she wasn’t from this country; a foreign bulimic girl who would stand in the corners of classrooms and sat at the loneliest lunch tables. It didn’t make since to me, she was once a popular girl who stood out in the crowd. What had happened to her?
It head started back a few years ago her name was Jamie and me well I was just an ordinary person. Jamie had been living in Fargo, North Dakota, for about 4 years and everyone was growing attached to her. When I say attached I mean like the roots from a tree that have embedded themselves in the ground. She was actually a girl who procrastinated in the hallways while the teacher herded the sheep into the classrooms. She seemed to be one who didn’t pay attention to what the teachers thought of her and the way she acted in her classes. Acting as though she knew everything the teacher would point out. It seemed to me that the more she conversed in class the more it looked like she was as dumb as a box of rocks. At least to the ones who knew what they were doing during each lesson. It was one evening when her mother came up to school to discuss her classes. When she found out what she had been doing, Jamie was in big trouble. After students found out about the classes she was failing everyone stopped talking to her. She was left out of everything, except being made fun of. I didn’t know her as well but I wasn’t going to be the one who would be made fun of as much as Jamie.

The only problem I had with my family was they were truly nosey. They continually got into peoples business. It had been only three hours when I got home and they were asking me questions. Well let me rewind and tell the story from the beginning.
It was a couple of months ago and me and my boyfriend were having some major problems.We were constantly arguing and we were both fed up with each other.
Every evening when I came home my mother, Jane,and I would stand in the kitchen, she would ask a series of questions.Not just the random questions, but the personal ones too.I stood there, not knowing what to tell her I couldn't lie to her that was impossible and plus I'm not a good lier anyway.So she figured I would tell her in time, even though she wanted to know now.I could see that this was going to be a long afternoon.My dad, John, always wanted to know who I was dating at the time and how I was doing in school.Of all the people in my family he was less snoopy, he was more of a person who stayed in the room and pouted about his miserable life.I really thought at one point he was really just a person who loved to be angry and depressed.I was finally able to go to my room and relax without all these nosey people asking me all these random questions.I was to the point where my feet were ready to run away from me, my shoulders felt like falling in their place, and my back was ready to fall to pieces like a cake that was crummy.
The day was setting into silence and everyone except my sister was asleep.My sister,Sam, is a very popular girl, her hair always would fall the right way,and her height fit her perfectly as she would slouch in a chair only to see the beauty mark on the left side of her neck. She watched me lay on my bed while I spoke of him-my voice was low and trying to avoid my sister from hearing.She of all people in my family was the spy keeper of getting into peoples business.Then she would run around telling everyone what you would say.As she sat there I watched her look at my mouth and watch me talk to Kevin.Sam had this thing where she would want to talk to Kevin and try to tell him anything I might of did within the last few days.She loved to instigate problems, then watching the fireworks go off as we would argue and hang up on each other repeatedly.Sam was an evil relationship wrecking little twelve year old.I eventually got off the phone that night and she had fallen asleep by nine.
My room was small but it was big enough for me and my sister to share.Just imagine a little girl who can never keep her side of the room clean-it looks like a pig sty and its horrible that I have to tell her when to clean up.
I woke up the next morning and everyone was standing over me like stalkers in the night.I had totally forgot that today was my birthday and they were definitely going to be in every detail of my life today. Why of all people did my family have to be so curious?I had seen everyone surrounded singing the Birthday song my mother had made up two years ago.It felt like hearing three people screaming in your eardrums down in the core.After they finished my ears were ringing.I was hoping today would be simple and easy.
I got to school and everyone was yelling happy birthday.I wanted to run in a corner and scream through the walls "leave me alone".I wasn't the type of person who enjoyed being on the spot all the time.The hallway seemed like termites trying to get the same piece of wood and chew it threw to get to the next piece.This was High school, it was always about gossip and never just about learning.The day was quickly passing and I was getting happier by the moment.I was going to spend the afternoon with Kevin and of everyone he would be the calmest.
My date with Kevin was great he took me to this restuaraunt named TiTi's Steak and Potatos.It was really nice in the inside very clean.The walls were surrounded in orange paper and the design was saffarian.We were in a jungle and he was my Tarzan.He knew I hated hearing people sing to me-unless it was Kevin singing to me. When he sung he would sing with an aroma of tranquilty and love.The love that kept us from having any arguements the whole day. The date was going well and he wanted to talk about us being able to put everything in the past behind us.Of course I was all up for that, I wanted all the mistakes to be in the past.We were both ready to leave so we wrapped up for the icy cold and he drove me home.
I got in the house and it was silent, too silent.My parents had decided to go out to eat with my sister because they knew I would be out for awhile. I decided to go take a shower and put on the appropiate clothes to sleep in.Kevin called me to tell me that he loved me and to wish me happy birthday again.
My parents got home and I was asleep by that time.They snuck in and kissed me on the forehead and left out closing the door with a hush sound.This day wasn't the end of my problems.I had the most problems when my parents were arguing over stupid oblivious subjects.I just sat there in agony and listened to the loud sounds coming through the walls of my room.I tried to drowned the sound out with my music.My sister usually just stayed on the computer and tuned everyone out.It was almost the middle of the day and they were still on there frenzy.We all were fed up with the arguing, but would it ever stop?

The one thing I knew for sure was that Sam was in trouble and he needed help. The only thing I knew was that he denied me when I asked him if he needed help. Sam was the type of person who liked to get himself into trouble.It was just the other afternoon when I saw him on the corner selling drugs for his friend.I could only see that he was placing himself into something dangerous.
I was left with no choice but to turn him and his little drug dealer freinds into the police.I had second thoughts on whether or not I should tell, but I felt like I was obligated to make him listen.Even though it was without words but with actions.Maybe I was looking out for my own, then again you can never be sure whether your own is against you.
I for one thing was worried about myself.Sam was a big boy and all the rest of his freinds were too, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying to keep this nieghborhood safe.
The next morning around 5:30 I could see someone at my window.I felt my heart pound as they came closer, who was it?
"Bang,Bang"
Gun shots ran throughout the house, I jumped under the bed and stayed there until it was clear.I was relieved to hear the footsteps of the man runnng down the street and the sirens in the background.Something else had happened previously before my house was shot up.A 12 year old boy was shot in the forehead with a nine milimeter gun.
I had seen that the bullets from the gun had caused alot of damage to my house.After I stood there in awe, I figured it was time before things got to out of control.
The police station was across town and walking there was dredfull because there were so many of Sam's friends on each corner.They all knew me in a sense but not truly.Was I doing the right thing?
Uncomfortablely, I sat in the police station hoping to be invisible to all that knew me.When they called me back they gave me a form to fill out.They then asked me to make a statement I wasn't sure what to say.All I said was his name and the man told me that he has been in here more than eight times.It was now 6:30, I had been in the police station for several hours.
As I stepped out it was dark.I was nervous so I walked quicker than usual.I could see in the corner of my eye some boys following me from a distance.As I got closer to a nearby alley they sped up.I felt like running my heart was pounding dramatically.They ran up to me and threw me down, my face slammed against the asphalt.As I layed there in a daze, I could feel myself being dragged.The light from the post was shining down upon the boys who were standing above me.My vision was alittle blurry but I could make out one who was standing afar, Sam.
James one of Sam's freinds told Sam to do the honors.He gave him the gun, hesitating he looked down at me.I wondered why he didn't stop himself from about to shoot me.He looked at James and told him "No, give me the knife."
He was handed the knife.They all picked me up by my arms and i started to kick and scream knocking down a trashcan.Sam took the knife and held it to my throat.
"Why did you turn us in?"
I kept my mouth closed and weeped into despair knowing that I was going to killed.Sam pushed the knife into my lower shoulder.I screamed in pain and he continously stabbed me.I couldn't even breathe.
As homeless man walked pass the trashcan, checking for food.While opening the panel he gasped and turns around to run, when I grabbed him.