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Revenge from the Heart

2009-01-14T14:46:00.002-05:00

“Dr. Hoffman Mr. Grant is ready for his surgery,” the nurse hollered as they wheeled Zachary Grant into the open heart surgery room.
Dr. Hoffman entered the room as they were applying the anesthesia. As he passed out they began their work to remove the tumor in his heart. The room was hectic as they were cutting through his chest.
“Incisors please,” Dr. Hoffman asked as he poked through the skin tissue to reveal the heart. He was handed the sharp knife that he would make the one cut that would decide Mr. Grant’s fate, life or death. He cautiously moved back skin tissue until he revealed the tumor that had been killing Mr. Grant.

“Mommy is daddy going to be alright?” Jonathan the son of Mr. Grant whined as he wiped the tears of his face.
“I hope Johnny, I hope,” she said as a tear trickled down her fragile face.
Jonathans mom paced around the room as her son played with her
toy truck. She sat down and awaited the results of her husband’s survival.

Dr. Hoffman slowly cut off the tumor, the heart monitor beeping slowly behind him. The heart monitor beeped as the screen revealed a flat line. One of the nurses rushed out of the room to retrieve the defibrillators as the doctors started their own emergency measures.

“Ms. Grant please report to the surgery room A,” Dr. Hoffman barked
through the microphone. She and Jonathan rushed to the surgery room as they pushed through the doctors and nurses walking down the hall. Ms. Grant and her son walked into the room as the doctors crowded around Zachary’s pale dead body. They put both defibrillators onto Mr. Grant’s chest and shocked his dying heart with 10,000 volts of electricity. The heart monitor still revealed a flat line. Ms. Grant had tears down her face as she watched the doctor shock him over and over again without any response. The nurses left Dr. Hoffman and Ms. Grant alone.
Ms. Grant glared at Dr. Hoffman as Jonathan cried frantically. They left the room with tears pouring down their faces and left Dr. Hoffman to dry in his own failure.

Mrs. Grant sped home, her heart pounded furiously, as her son cried softly in the back. She reached home and trudged up her stairs and fell to her bed. She buried her face in the pillow as she sobbed. “Mommy,” Jonathan whimpered “is Daddy okay.”
“No Jonathan!” she shouted as she wiped the tears out of her eyes “Dads not coming back!”

Mrs. Grant and her son arrived at the funeral service as well as Dr. Hoffman. She gave him a harsh stare and sat down on the pew.
“Mrs. Grant could you please step up, we want you say a few words about your husband’s life,” the priest said as Isabella Grant walked up the steps to her husband’s coffin.
“Zachary was a loving, caring person he was always there for Jonathan and I heart tumor or not, but I guess,” her eyes filled with tears “I guess it was his time,” she glanced at Dr. Hoffman.

The pallbearers carried Zachary’s wooden coffin out to the hearse as Ms. Grant and Jonathan entered the glittering black limousine. Isabella got out of the limousine as the rest of Zachary’s friends and family arrived. The relatives of Zachary stood out in the rain listening to the priest’s sermon.
“On this sad day we have no answers to the question, Why could Zachary not be left to his family for longer?” the priest said as the rain poured down on the ground.

“Do not abandon the lord and the lord won’t abandon you,” were the priest’s last words about Zachary. His relatives left with watery eyes and soaked clothes. Ms. Grant stepped into the limousine as Zachary’s coffin was being buried five feet underground. The limousine sped off into the dark of the horizon.

Isabella approached her front doorstep as the rain battered her black umbrella. Jonathan slowly hobbled toward the door as his black suit was drenched in the heavy rain. She staggered up her steps and fell to her bed as Jonathan sat down next to her.
“Mommy,” Jonathan asked “where do people go when they die?”
“Well Johnny, hopefully Heaven but, no one really knows,” she responded. Jonathan walked up to bed as tears trickled down his cheek while Isabella laid on her bed.

Isabella woke up early that morning revenge still in her heart. She went to check on Jonathan, fast asleep. She crept down the stairs and sat down in her car. Then engine roared in her 1991 Honda Civic as she backed out of the driveway. She soared down the road with thought of Dr. Hoffman echoing in the back of her mind.

Isabella arrived at a large colonial house, the home of Dr. Hoffman. She knocked on the door.
“Oh, hello Ms. Grant, what are you doing here so early in the morning,” asked Cheryl the wife of Dr. Hoffman
“I just came to speak with your husband,” she said solemnly.
“Oh, well he’s still asleep but, do you want some coffee while I go fetch him for you.
“No thanks I just came to talk to your husband,” she said.
“Okay he’ll been down soon,” she said.
Isabella sat down at the Hoffman’s dining room when Dr. Hoffman entered the room.
“Hello Isabella,” he said. Isabella took out a glittering black nine millimeter pistol and brought it to his head.
“Isabella don’t shoot I tried my hardest to save your husband, it’s really not my fault,” he whimpered.
“Well, I guess that just wasn’t hard enough,” she pulled the trigger as the bullet spat out through Dr. Hoffman’s skull. She lifted the gun up to her own head and pulled the trigger, the bullet soared through her head and she fell to the ground as blood poured out of her head.

Alone in the Wilderness

2008-11-07T14:35:00.000-05:00

I sat down in my seat my mom right next to me waiting patiently for the plane to take off. We sped down the runway and as we took off I felt a rush of adrenaline and then once were flying flat, I got ready for the five and a half hour flight to California.
I was sipping my Sprite and watching the in flight movie Madagascar as the pilot turned the radio on. The pilot spoke in a very nervous voice as he talked into the microphone, he had murmured that our engine had broken down and he was going to try to land safely in a pasture. I looked out the window and saw the plane flying over a forest, I knew this was bad. I hugged my mother almost squeezing the breath out of her. I held tightly to my seat as we careened down to the ground at full speed. I could hear the pilots arguing as to what we should do. Then as we hit the ground the plane became engulfed in flames. I could see the dead bodies through the heat of the burning remains. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and my head as I stepped out into the forest. The air smelled of fire and blood. I couldn’t see my mother but I was praying she had survived. I called my mothers name. No response… once again I called her name, nothing. I began to cry. I had nothing to live for. I had no dad and now no mom. My dad had died in a car accident when I was about three and he left to live with my mom.
As I wandered around the woods I noticed a creek out of the corner out of my eye. I knew I would be coming here a lot so I kept it in my mind. I saw lots of berry bushes but they all were dead and shriveled, but it was all I had.
After wandering around for hour after hour I found a cave. It looked like a good shelter but it was tiny. I crawled in it and it was actually much roomier than I thought it was. I was really tired and I didn’t really feel that good so I just tried to sleep.
The next day I woke up and went to the berry bushes again and began to pluck them. They tasted like lemonade with no sugar, but it was all I could eat. So far these woods weren’t giving me very much forgiveness. Last night I had basically relived the plane crash I watched my moms death over and over again until I woke up. I began to wander around the forest. I saw plenty of squirrels and rabbits. It made my mouth water, just thinking about eating my mom’s barbeque and her homemade apple pie. This only made me more homesick.
I had always kept a pocket knife in my backpack and now it might come in handy. However it might have been destroyed in the crash. I thought I might as well check for it. I was wandering around and soon enough I found the plane and I began to rummage around. I was looking through all the debris and I found my backpack and then there it was, my knife, glimmering in the light. This was how I was going to survive. I picked it up and walked back to the cave.
I knew I needed to make a weapon, like a spear or a bow and arrow. I went out to find a stick for a spear and a rock that I could carve down to a sharp point. After I found a stick near the cave, I went out to find a rock. I was looking in the creek when I found a thin rock near the creek that would be perfect for carving. Then I remembered I would need to have something to tie the rock and the stick together. So I went back to the plane, I found some of the string from the oxygen masks. I returned to the cave and began to work. I soon figured out I would have to get the wood carved down to a very cone like shape. After hours of work it was finally ready. I went out to try it. I saw a rabbit sitting in the brush. Thud, it hit the ground about ten feet away from the rabbit. The rabbit quickly scampered into the woods. To master this technique I knew I would have to practice. Because I didn’t know how to use the spear I would once again be eating berries for dinner.
The next day I was practicing throwing my spear and soon after I went out to test my skill. I had been practicing a lot and I felt I had improved. I saw a squirrel near a large oak tree I cocked back the spear and threw. I was right on; I had it right in its stomach. I felt so excited but at the same time I knew there was something wrong. The problem was that I couldn’t exactly eat a squirrel without cooking it. And I would need fire to cook it. Fire seemed easy to make but I really didn’t know how. I knew I could make friction by sparking the knife and a stone together. So I went back to the cave squirrel in one hand spear in the other. I went out to find fire wood it took a while but it was worth it. I found my knife and a rock. I laid down the fire wood and I began rubbing my knife and the rock together and the sparks were beginning to fly. Almost immediately I had small fire going.
I didn’t really know how to cook a squirrel so I just roasted it like I would if I would if I was grilling hot dogs at boy scouts. I had taken of the fur of the squirrel with my knife so it just looked like a giant blob of meat. I took a bite of it and it really didn’t taste that bad. It almost tasted like grilled chicken. I wolfed it down and wanted more but it was now dark outside and I would have to stay in or else some wild animal might find me. So I laid down on my backpack and tried to sleep.
The next day I went out and tried to find an animal to kill for breakfast. I saw a rabbit, and next thing I knew I was carrying it back to the cave. The rabbit was essentially the same as squirrel. I didn’t really know what to do so I just laid down and tried to sleep. Then I remembered a survival kit in the plane. I went to take a look. I crawled through all the junk and reached what I thought was the cockpit and then out of the corner of my eye I saw the survival kit.
I walked back to the cave with survival kit and was looking through it they had probably a months worth of meals that you could cook in the pan, matches, and best of all, a radio!
I immediately turned on the radio and tried to make contact. Once again I tried it, I heard a faint voice, it got louder and louder. Soon I could make out what they were saying “who is this?” it asked.
Instantly I responded “This is Axel Bodley, I’m lost In what think is the wilderness of Montana but I’m not sure.”
“Don’t worry kid we can tell where you are from the signal of your radio, we’ll get there as soon as we can,” it said.
“Okay.” I said in awe. I dropped the radio and just sat there patiently waiting for a plane or helicopter to come rescue me. I began to get impatient so I just laid down on the new cot I had acquired from the survival kit and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of a helicopter landing carefully on the grass floor of the forest.
I immediately ran over to it. “Whoa!” the man said looking at my tattered clothes and muddy arms.
I said nothing. I just stepped into the helicopter. We took off and I felt a rush of adrenaline as we glided through the blue sky.
When I landed on the run way at JFK airport in New York, there was no one there to greet me but the paparazzi. I didn’t really know if I was going to an orphanage or what. But then I saw my Aunt Sally struggling through the big crowd of people around the heicopter. She gave me a big hug and took me through the paparazzi and to her car.
“So how’s it going?” She said
“Lets just go home,” I said relieved to be home.

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