The Semant

The Pasta
Growing up in Chicago, Illinois, I would often get exposed to crime. When I was three years old, my parents were shot by a gangster who wanted money. That is why I hated watching Batman, it would always remind me of how my parents died and I went to live with my grandparents. When I was little, I saw a photo with a guy with a bruise on his head and his eyes looked odd. I was like five, so it wasn’t nice for me. I had nightmares that the man would kill me. Even when I was over it, I still hated looking at it because it reminded me of those nightmares I had. On October 18, 1998, I got a job as a news anchor for CNN. It was really good at first. But one day, when we were on break, I showed the other news workers a web comic I made with that showed the picture of that man I used to be scared of. I thought they would just laugh at it. They didn’t make a single chuckle. They said to turn the comic off. When I asked why they didn’t answer and gave me the silent treatment. I seemed to be not there. At first I thought they were messing with me but the more I talked, they didn’t answer me. I kept showing them. But one of them just yelled ”STOP!”.

Overtime, I forgot the picture ever existed. But years later, I saw a picture on my apartment carpet that was him. I screamed and washed my carpet off. On August 12, 2009. I was in bed from a long day of work. When I woke up to my apartment building ENGULFED in flames. I couldn’t escape. But I HAD to jump out. I would rather die from falling than in a fire. I was about to jump out when I saw the man behind me. I screamed like a girl and jumped out the balcony. I closed my eyes because i didn’t want to see when I hit the ground. But I woke up in a dark hospital room with nobody there. I waited one hour, two hours, and after three hours the doctor came in and said that I was in a coma for almost five years. A few months later, I told my story, but nobody believed me. Nobody ever will. And I don’t expect it.