RingoStarr9

Never Coming Home   I held my sleeping girl in my arms and smiled. I don't know what I'd do without my little angel. She loves me just as much as I love her. I heard a gunshot and my baby girl fell limp in my arms. I looked around to see a dark figure run away from me. I closed my eyes and sobbed. I held my little daughter close to me as tears rolled down her cheek. Why?! Why should my four year old daughter have to go through this?! Just as I began running to the hospital I felt a sharp pierce in my shoulder. I watched my life flash before my eyes. Suddenly there was darkness. I just kept running like nothing happened. I couldn't let Bandit

 I haven't been bullied. Haven't been beaten or abused. I've been hurt. Hurt by myself. Not others.  Ive been mentally stabbed in the heart with a dagger. Emotions override me. The feeling of anger and sadness stay inside me. Stress of school is the cause of this mayhem. I am one of the many people who suffer from anxiety. It sucks. Sometimes I don't even want to go to school. I've done things I regret. I can't take life anymore. Im special though, Im bisexual and have to work harder to achieve daily tasks that others find easy. I have friends and all but why does school matter so much? All I want to know about is science. No math or history

My fingers are cold, my heart warm, and my coffee mug empty. Im a pretty normal teenager. I struggle with school at times. I waste my weekends being lazy. I have friends online and in real life. As I sit here typing i think about what will happen to me in the future. I mainly think about my biggest fear; dying. What will I see when i die? Lets not talk about death. Its scares me. Let me tell you a little about myself. Im 13. My birthday is in November. November 24. I love to role-play and draw. Coffee and tea are my favorite drinks. I love wearing guys clothing. Im not a cross dresser. I hate dressing all pretty so what i usually wear are ski

  Was it really possible that a thirteen year old girl could go though so much stress in six months? I can't believe what I've been through. I used to feel dumb, useless, scared, yet I always had a smile on my face.  My life had changed dramatically over the past six to seven months. Im going to tell you My story about anxiety, friends, and a little sister. (Each chapter will be a month or half a month) ~December~   My life was fine. I was a happy teenager with nice friends. Life was awesome! Thats all changed today though. I had felt really dizzy and light headed. I asked my self a few questions. DId i drink e

I have so much thoughts that run through my head..Ive never had the time to actually write them down..Its interesting what happens to the people around you. Everyone has a story.  You have a story, I have a story, the person you just saw walking their dog has a story. Everyones life story is different. You might be thinking that Im wasting your time by telling you about my life. Im not. Maybe something I say can help you. Im going to tell you a story. Ive changed a few things but most of it is based off of a true story. ~~~ I was single again. He broke up with me...for the seventh time. I knew we were never going to be together ag

It's interesting. Life has done so much to help me and I've never noticed. I have so many questions for life. What will I be like in the future? Will my dreams come true? Am I really going to let others crush my dreams? Why do people feel pain? Pain. What does pain make you think of? Car crashes? Broken hearts? Pain is a strong word. It can describe anything and anyone. The word pain first came to me when I was five. I remember my mom coming home from the hospital looking weak. Cancer. My mom had cancer. My heart sunk. My mom has breast cancer. She might not live to see me graduate high school... That's night I prayed. I knew my mom was stron

As the three boys we escorted out of the room Ringo smiled.  "Rings why do you seem so.."started John   "Happy.."finished Paul. Ringo didn't reply to the two men. He just smiled and looked at the two other Beatles.  "George," said Ringo,"He's alive." Paul and john looked at each other in confusion.  "Ringo?" said Paul" Do you know that George might be dead.." Ringo looked at Paul with wide eyes," HES NOT DEAD!! MY GEORGIE IS NOT DEAD!!"  "Calm down Richie!" said John surprised The three men started walking home.  "Im going to miss George" said Paul sadly as he's eyes welled up in tears.  "So am I," said john holding back te

   "George?!" cried Ringo. John checked for a pulse from the younger man.   " Im sorry, Rings," said John as he hugged Ringo tight. Ringo squirmed out of Johns arms sand ran out of the hospital crying. John watched nurses come in and run towards George. John and Paul were told to leave the room as they tried to revive George.  "Do you think he's, you know, dead?" asked Paul sadly.   "I-I'm afraid so," replied John who was near crying. John and paul just sat there waiting for a nurse to tell them that George is fine. they couldn't stand loosing their beloved friend.   "George was such a great friend," said John as tears rolled do

Georges life flashed before his eyes. First when he met Paul. Then when he met John. The Quarry Men. The start of the Beatles. When he first met Ringo. Ringo, his love. When he proposed to Ringo. Ringo. Loves. Him. George didn't want to die. He couldn't die. Ringo wouldn't want him to die. George closed his eyes and felt his life slowly leave him. Tears dreamed down his face as he tried to stay alive. ~*~*~   "George?!" said Ringo sobbing.    "WE HAVE TO GET HIM TO A HOSPITAL" yelled John.      "This is all my fault!!" screamed Paul. Ringo hugged George and picked him up, "Lets go! I can't let Georgie die!!" Paul, John, and Ringo ran