Short Story

Dan is an authoritative young man. He believes that everyone should take everything he says to be the right thing. Having grown, for the better part of his life as the only boy in their home, he developed some sense of responsibility for his sister and mother. As per the societal norms, a male child should look after the welfare of the female siblings. The perspective, coupled with the age at which his father left the house, the boy may feel that he has had enough experience for him to talk and be heard by his peers. In the absence of his father, he developed the idea that, being the only male

His phone pinged on the bedside table, indicating that he had a text, but he ignored it and flopped onto his immaculate white bed. The sounds of his parents arguing still traveled upstairs and the ringing of the slamming door haunted his ears. However, bad as the distraction was, there was nothing in the world that could have stopped him from falling asleep as soon as he hit the

This was pretty awkward at the beginning, as Dan felt uncomfortable for revealing his deepest secret to his student. The scene also shows that the thirteen years old Drey has problem with her own life too. Her parents were divorced, and her brother was imprisoned due to drug dealing for a guy named Frank. She rarely saw her mom because she was working all the time, and her father was irresponsible. As time goes by, Dan and Drey became closer to each other.

In the middle of the night, Alex was in the middle of finishing his paper for a school assignment with already five empty cans of Red Bull. Alex couldn’t think straight knowing that it was due the next day. Exhausted, Alex decides to take a thirty minute nap. What harm would a thirty minute nap do to me?, thought Alex. He went to bed, set the alarm, and fell asleep. Ten minutes seem to pass when Alex wakes up, but something didn’t seem right. He couldn’t seem to move or speak. How odd, Alex thought. Moments passed before he realized that his eyes weren’t even open. Yet, he was aware of all of his surroundings. Is this a dream?, Alex thought to himself. Moments passed when Alex didn’t seem to know what to do but to just look at his room, until

Dan sighed at that. Brad seemed confused, and then Dan lifted our hands, still clutching to one another.

I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions

Gerard rolled over and sat up as he heard Mikey open cabinets and drawers downstairs. His head still felt heavy and fuzzy with disorientation, like it had been yesterday, feeling like someone had filled his head with molten metal and it had slowly hardened overnight. He placed his feet on the carpet and willed his legs to allow him to stand up on the cold, hard wood. He didn't feel particularly sick, more depersonalized, like a part of him was still laying in bed

so I remained silent and listened. Dan began explaining to me that even though his life had taken

Donovan had lapsed into silence too, staring out the window. She worried he was concerned about the meeting to come. She reached out and touched his hand. He flashed his eyes at her. She did not read the worry she expected but a boyish humor.

She stumbled once finally standing, her head banging against the bedside table before finally hitting the wood flooring. The sound of something falling was noted by her tired brain at the same time as the sharp pain in her hand when Norma laid a hand on the floor. There seemed to be a significant lag between actions and reactions as her troubled eyes swept through the bedroom. Throughout her blurred vision she saw blood on her hand and little silver things shining in the middle of that small red pool, deep in her flesh; she didn't exactly understood what the things were until she noticed glass shards on the floor. She grabbed the lamp with her uninjured hand and got up on shaky legs, ready to collapse at any

“Are you happy?” Dan questioned back, acutely aware of Phil’s side pressing into him on the twin sized

Morning came much too quickly, I barely managed a few hours of sleep. A beam of light shot straight into my vision, having penetrated the thin curtains. The droning of my alarm clock piercing my sub conscious. I would have to find a taxi to drive me to my workplace, so I left earlier than normal.

Martin woke up the next day in a bed, but not his bed someone else’s bed. He thought to himself where am I, and how did I get here? Martin’s head was aching he didn’t know why his head was hurting so badly. So, Martin got out of the bed, and looked into the mirror.

Denny O’Callaghan woke to see bloodstains on his pillow, his bedsheets. He closed his eyes, groaned and rolled over. Maybe, he figured, he could fall back asleep. Blot out of his mind what he’d just seen. But the back of his head throbbed. He touched it and felt a bump the size of an egg, and his hair was sticky and matted there. His throat was so dry. He coughed. Blurry memories, specters nearly, from the night before flitted about in his mind’s eye. Vaguely shifting images. Incomplete. He’d been drinking tequila shots with the guys from the firehouse. Yelling. And then—nothing. He hoped if he kept his eyes closed long enough, maybe it would all go away.

Before Dan could continue, he heard his door open slowly. He looked to find Phil walking over to him, plopping himself down on the bed next to him. He snaked an arm around his waist and held him