All right I know that I was writing a book and maybe someone was trying to see what the next part would be but I seem to have a block on this one so I am going to put a story down that I wrote a while ago. Its just a little blurb of one but I think its ok I wrote it from a journal entry in my English 101 class for my Enlish 102 class.
Its called "My Point of View" we had to write a piece from the point of view of an inantimate object.
My Point of View
These old wall of mine have seen it all. I've seen people's dreams smashed, hearts broken, and even a brutal murder. Murder... this above all stands out in my mind; one day above all I wish I could change.
One hot sultry day in August, I noticed this couple I had never seen before. They were madly in love, this was easy to see, as he tenderly kissed her and promised he'd pick her up after class. To me it seemed that they were the most unlikely of pair, both of these two were fresh out of high school. She seemed to have big dreams and goals of getting through college and saving lives. Her boyfriend seemed more interested in having fun and spending every moment he could with her. They had never lived in the big city and were now experiencing big city life.
Like most cities this one has crime and drug life. Fortunately she kept her nose clean and focused, but he was not so lucky. As he sunk further and further into the drinking and drugs his temper got violent and his disposition turned mean. At first they fought over money and such, but as time went on he woulod fly into jealous rages accusing her of cheating. That;s when things went from bad to worse. Though people would insist that she leave him she never did a mistake that would prove to be a fatal one.
As the fighting got worse she'd show up for class with multiple bruises and then teh black eyes. Her face all swollen, eyes puffy and red, she'd still go to class bravely enduring those inevitable questions and pitying stares. To the questions she would state a simple "I fell" then walk away quickly drawing into herself.
Through these vines and trees I would see them twice a day. Lately it was a rare occurance when he did not hit her or hurt her in some other way. He would drop her off way to early and pick her up three hours too late. The less time she spent with him the better off she was. One boy from her class too a special interest in her; he'd do special things to show that someone did care.
That last day I seen her was a very sad day, this was the day she met a fatal end. She stood on my steps out in the rain waiting for him, he was as uaual running very late. An hour had passed when the guy from her class came over and they started to talk. I think this boy convinced her that it would be best if she left her boyfriend because she picke dup her bags and they started to leave. As fate would have it her boyfriend had shown up and happen to overhear their conversation. In a jealous rage he struck her across the face knocking her soen my stone steps. Blood blossomed across the pavement and bricks as well as from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the water that was pooling around her. Before she coulod rise the guy then pulled a bread knife, you know the kind the one with the serrated edge, and started screaming such vile words at her as he advanced. The statement that stands out most was when he said "I would rather see you dead than in the arms of another man:, a very drastic way for this to end.
Ruthlessly the boyfriend pushed the other guy away who had rushede to her side and without a second thought plunged the knife into her chest. He didn't stop at just once, no he did it three times. It would have been more but hte other guy knocked him out cold. The weapon this guy chose was an average college math book. It's nice to know that math really does apply to the outside world. Though he was stopped the danger wasn't over because it was easy to see that she was bleeding to death while the poor guy from her class tried to help.
Rushing to her side the young man was able to catch her last words as she whispered a soft "thank you" and then everything was still. Just as the boyfriend was coming back around the cops arrived to lead him away. When the ambulance arrived they pronounced her dead at the scene. Another faceless murder they all had to see. It was later determined that the boyfriend had been doped up on drugs, he pled guilty to all the charges and accepted a plea deal. Unfortunately what was seen cannot be unseen and the other guy was quite traumatized. It was recommended that he go to therapy for at least a year. After the therapy it was rumored that due to the circumstances the guy went to a Monastery and became a Monk.
Ever since that day I have wished these walls could talk. To have someone to tell all my stories to. Yet these walls cannot talk I'm a building you see so I must hold it all in year after year and day after day.
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