Breakfloor
27-11-2007, 03:45 PM
NOTE: this was done by me, in 30 minutes. 450 words so far and im in the bottom set ( thats because i missed my english SATS)
My last thoughts By Darris clark 10ay
Well, my name’s John Grey. I am hours away from death but I’m not scared. I’m not innocent either. I’m terrified of the moment I leave earth but, its going to happen I cant stop it. I’m angry with myself for doing what I did. If I stayed at home for ONE night I will be a free man with no guilt. Why did I go out? Why was there that argument? I no longer have any friends or family. My family don’t want to know. I cant blame them. Why would they want to know a man like me. To be honest, I don’t want to know a man like me. Its not long now. Over one night I am going to die. I want to die for what I have done.
My friends were my family, my family my friends but I no longer have either. My mum still loves me but not the way she used to. I don’t exist to my dad. I loved my dad; we went to the pub together but now, nothing. I hated my brother. He was always braver than me. Always better at everything but maybe that was me, maybe I was just bad at everything. I suppose its all guilt. Maybe I’m making it sound worse than it is but hey, what’s done is done.
Jack Brown, my best friend, has always been there for me but he changed when we went to senior school. I suppose it’s how we were brought up but I never expected him to change as much as he did. We went out to a night club. It was a normal Friday night but that night he pulled out these pills, ecstasy. He pressured me to take one but I ended up taking three. That’s where it all went wrong. I had a choice but chose the wrong road. If I hadn’t taken those pills I wouldn’t have done what I did. enough of him. I’m sick of talking about my so called “friend”.
I suppose I should talk about dying. As I said, I’m not scared. I don’t deserve to be alive. I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I feel sorry for the people I hurt, emotionally and physically. I'm not a bad person but I suppose drugs brought out the worse in me. I don’t want to be killed but I don’t want to alive. I suppose it’s a very thin line between the two. I’m no longer human, I am no longer a man and soon I shall no longer be apart of this world. I will be in this prison until I rot
NOT FINISHED. LOADS TO GO. 900 words.
My last thoughts By Darris clark 10ay
Well, my name’s John Grey. I am hours away from death but I’m not scared. I’m not innocent either. I’m terrified of the moment I leave earth but, its going to happen I cant stop it. I’m angry with myself for doing what I did. If I stayed at home for ONE night I will be a free man with no guilt. Why did I go out? Why was there that argument? I no longer have any friends or family. My family don’t want to know. I cant blame them. Why would they want to know a man like me. To be honest, I don’t want to know a man like me. Its not long now. Over one night I am going to die. I want to die for what I have done.
My friends were my family, my family my friends but I no longer have either. My mum still loves me but not the way she used to. I don’t exist to my dad. I loved my dad; we went to the pub together but now, nothing. I hated my brother. He was always braver than me. Always better at everything but maybe that was me, maybe I was just bad at everything. I suppose its all guilt. Maybe I’m making it sound worse than it is but hey, what’s done is done.
Jack Brown, my best friend, has always been there for me but he changed when we went to senior school. I suppose it’s how we were brought up but I never expected him to change as much as he did. We went out to a night club. It was a normal Friday night but that night he pulled out these pills, ecstasy. He pressured me to take one but I ended up taking three. That’s where it all went wrong. I had a choice but chose the wrong road. If I hadn’t taken those pills I wouldn’t have done what I did. enough of him. I’m sick of talking about my so called “friend”.
I suppose I should talk about dying. As I said, I’m not scared. I don’t deserve to be alive. I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I feel sorry for the people I hurt, emotionally and physically. I'm not a bad person but I suppose drugs brought out the worse in me. I don’t want to be killed but I don’t want to alive. I suppose it’s a very thin line between the two. I’m no longer human, I am no longer a man and soon I shall no longer be apart of this world. I will be in this prison until I rot
NOT FINISHED. LOADS TO GO. 900 words.