Hellish Nightmare

I was watching a movie in my bedroom, there was nobody in the entire house but me and my little one year old sister, but she was sleeping in the other room.

Everything was perfect that night; my parents were not in the house because they went out to a party and I said:

-       I have everything that I want it in my house, an awesome movie, a lot of things to eat and to drink and the entire house for my own.

I was watching the movie that was really fantastic but suddenly I fell asleep. And then I started to dream really awful things like my parents having a car crash and then they die my little sister being suffocated with her pillow and trying to escape from that, but she could not do it.

Suddenly, everything started to get weird, all the places that I knew of my house changed and became black, that place has a lot of shadows I could not see a thing, everything was turning weird and weird.

After a while, all that shadow began to disappear and in that moment I could note where I was.

-        I could not believe it!! This cannot be true!! This place cannot be a… graveyard!!

I walked through the graveyard

And I watched some graves and I found something that took my breath away… one of those graves said Mr. and Ms Patterson.

Those were my parents and in the other side were other grave which have the name of my little sister, everyone in my family was dead according to this.

I cried in front of both graves, I could not believe that this was happening to me. I loved my parents, I loved my little sister I loved my family and now all of them are death, my world started to crumble. I was there for almost half an hour looking those graves and crying when suddenly everything began to change again.

I thought and I said:

-        Are you kidding me? What else can happen, it will be worse or better? I do not believe that something could be worse than what happened earlier”

I walked through the graveyard again and suddenly I fell in a big hole, something like a grave that was open but someone suddenly began to throw something like or similar to mud into the hole that I was trapped in.

I shouted really loud but nobody could hear me or help me and a man that I could not see kept throwing mud at the grave where I was. I tried to escape but I could not do it for a while. After a while and when I could go out from that hole or grave ( I do not know how I do it) and then I saw that person that was throwing mud to the grave where I was and he began to run away and obviously I went after him.

Suddenly he stood still, I did not why but he did it, I took him by the hand and I tried to turn him back to me so I could see his face and notes that he did not have face!!... This is awful!

I tried to talk with him to ask some things that helped me to understand what was happening there, what happened with my family with my house and with all the things that I knew of my house because nothing was where it supposed to be, how I got there and obviously, what was this place and he just answered me

-        Are you sure that you are awake?

And then I thought.

-        I was watching a movie and suddenly everything turned out weird and weird.

He looked at me and then he stabbed me in the stomach and I did not know how or why everything started to gets clear I note that I was sleeping and that everything was not real.

I woke up and noticed that I was at the kitchen with a knife in my hand and I do not know why but I touch my stomach and it was wet, I turn the light on and realized that was blood what I have there. I started to shout, but nobody came.

I went to my sister´s room and touched her neck looking for her heart rate, but I could not found it, she was cold, she was death and suddenly I fell to the ground, I was death too.

A little of my life

My childhood wasn’t easy since the beginning; I lived in a very poor village with my parents and my little sister. My childhood passes during the socialist government of Salvador Allende and the dictatorship of Augusto Pinochet that was an awful time with lots of hard moments and awful situations.

I was selected by father McEnroe for being one of the students of the Saint Patrick School that is one of the most expensive schools at least for us. I notes that in that place everything is different, because there all the kids had a lot of money and lived in really fancy houses.

At first I had really tough times in the school because I had to get used to new classmates and teachers and then I met Gonzalo Infante that was a really good friend of mine then.

I showed my house, my family and my world to him and then he showed me his world and I notes that were so extremely different the lives that we had.

After the military coup, my life became even sadder, my cousin was killed by a military in front of me, father McEnroe had to leave the school in military’s hands and after a while I had to leave that school and go to other because the new headmaster kicked me out for no reason, that thing broke my heart and then I never saw Gonzalo again, our worlds were separate by many things so I never him again.

I had to move to other place with all my family and I started to go the other really different school, but for me was easier to get used to in this school than in the other , really I think that was a really good choice, I had excellent grades and I was an outstanding. At the end of secondary I start to work in some places so I could go to the University one day.

But, one day my life gave an unexpected twist and I couldn’t go to the University, but at least I have a really good job with which I can sustain my beautiful family.

Nowadays, my life is awesome  I have a great family with me that support me a lot and sometimes I speak with them about the hard time that I had to suffer when I was a kid.

Coments about "Scarlet Ibis"

What I think about the story is that the plot is really sad. The relationship between those two brothers was really awful.

In addition to this and as I mentioned before, the story was very sad for many reasons. First, before the invalid kid was born the family has already planned a life with him, but when they realized that he was invalid they got disappointed and were almost sure that he was going to die. Second, the relationship between these two brothers was getting better during time, until a last problem that cost the younger brother’s life.

Also, in the beginning the relationship between those two was really tough, first of all the big brother felt ashamed because his brother was not normal and that this was invalid, but I think that you cannot be ashamed because if your brother is invalid you should help him all the time like the big brother were doing later and I think that the reasons to do this were the incorrect. 

Letter to Jim

Dear Jim:

Hi, how are you? The reason of this letter is to ask you that you tell me what happened the last Christmas with Della, because somebody told me something, but I want it to hear your version of the story.

Someone told me that you have some problems with the set of combs that you bought for your wife; I know that the problem is solved, but I want it to give you an advice. Please before you buy something to each other, talk about that so you are not going to have problems then.

Another thing you need to think that Christmas isn’t time to give thing to other people, but to be with people that you love most. In that day I think that you need to spend more time with your wife and with the people that is around you and that you love.

Best wishes.

Kisses

Constanza

O. Henry's biography

O. Henry was the pseudonym of William Sydney Porter, who was a storyteller, journalist and pharmacist. He was born in September 11, 1862 and die in June 5, 1910.

His life was a little stormy, at the age of three, his mom died of tuberculosis, and then his life start to change. He went to his grandmother’s house with his dad. After years he moved to a friend’s house and he lives there for three years. And it was there and because of a cat called Henry and the expression: OH HENRY! That he start to use that pseudonym, also he start to drink.

He gets married twice and has two children, but one died.

He lives in many places escaping from accusations of embezzlement of founds, after a few years he came back to E.E.U.U., because his wife was dying, and he was arrested. He writes a lot of short stories.

He died in June 5, 1910, because of liver cirrhosis.

Letter

Dear Ellen:

The reason of this letter is to thank you for being so protective with your daughter and to tell you the really good mother you really are.

You showed to have a great courage in front of your daughter, thanks to that she didn’t get scared with the things that were happening at your back and that’s so admirable of you.In addition, I want to tell you that you should remain that way of caring for your little girl, like you were doing until now, because you are doing it very well.

I have nothing more to say than take good care of you and your daughter and try not to walk alone at night or in the rails because it’s too much dangerous

Best wishes.
Constanza Parraguez.

My holidays

In my holidays I went to the south of Chile, specifically to Coronel to spend time with my mother's family with my boyfriend, my mom and a cousin.

We spent there like a month and visit many places like the beach where we were camping for a weekend; there we did a lot of things like swim, play Jenga, a bonfire and many other things funny.

Then, we visit Yumbel and Salto Del Laja where we saw the beautiful things and landscape that Chile have and we had a really fun time there.

After that, we come back to Santiago and come back to the reality.