Preview

Branches Of Remembrance: 'I Caused By Humans' By Markus Zusak

Good Essays
Open Document
Open Document
784 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Branches Of Remembrance: 'I Caused By Humans' By Markus Zusak
Branches of Remembrance

‘’ I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS. ‘’ – Markus Zusak

I drove at the speed of 125 km/h on the deserted highway while the radio-station blasted its overbearing music through the cars rusty speakers. I barely heard my heartbeat as it quickly became replaced by the beat from the rusty speakers and filled my mind with hollow words. It made me forget about them, which was the only thing that mattered.

My old-fashioned Beetle died around noon. I had not expected it to last for more than a couple of days, but I had hoped I would have found a place by then. The clouds assembled on the once beautiful sky and now they looked as through they warned people to stay inside with their loved ones; I stepped outside.

I walked along the
…show more content…
He had leaned against one of the trees before he slowly marched towards my fallen form. He smiled and even from the distance I could feel the warmth that his smile so often radiated before I broke it.

‘’ Don’t worry I wouldn’t dare to harm you. ‘’ He gently said.

‘’ Y-You can’t be Paschar… You’re only an illusion! He would never have forgiven me for leaving him, but again who would? I left him with nothing but a letter filled with remorseful words. I wrote every excuse I could imagine even though I knew from the bottom of my heart I was guilty for leaving him behind… ‘’

‘’ You’re deceiving the truth… ‘’ He descended down on my level. I panicked and pushed myself backwards until my back was leaned against something solid. My mind could barely grasp onto what was real and just an imitation from my mind. ‘’ You’re still unable to forgive yourself. You couldn’t possibly have predicted all of the outcomes of your actions, you did what you thought was the right thing to do at that moment. Even with all of your quirks, I still love you,’’ I wanted to believe his words. I wanted to take his hand and go back to our shared. But I knew I couldn’t, not in this cynical state. ‘’Let’s go home. I’m still waiting.

You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Good Essays

    As most of you might know, I am Raymond’s mother. My son recently died in a car crash,” she stumbled on her words, and her eyes were tearing up. This was the first time she spoke about what happened to anybody. She did not even tell her own daughter what happened, but she continues speaking. This time not from the speech she had written. “He had reasons. He had his reasons to jump into that car, and I don’t blame him for it. It was my fault, after my husband’s death, I should have gotten better for him. But I didn’t. I was selfish. Raymond was a good person. He might have done some wrong things sometimes, but don’t we all? Any one of you could have easily been in his place. He was just a kid, tryng to understand life and trying to find out what to do, but it got the best of him. Please don’t forget my son,” she was crying now, “He was a good person and although he is dead he will live in my mind forever, and hopefully in all of…

    • 2217 Words
    • 9 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Eve Pov Monologue

    • 608 Words
    • 3 Pages

    'How can I do this to him, the thing most he hates, the most fatal thing, 'I doubting him.' .................................................. Eve POV. I touch his shoulder and he dismiss off my hand, he stood up and running back to the orphanage, I grab his hand and we froze in place, I forcing his eyes to stare into my eyes, He's eyes glassy and he just keep silent, 'I hurt him too deep'. "…

    • 608 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    Jenna's Monologue

    • 512 Words
    • 3 Pages

    "Okay. Thank you," I said. "Anytime. Love you," she said. "Love you too. Bye," I responded as I hung up. I unlocked the door and opened it. When I stepped out I noticed Val was standing in front of the door. "Why are you up," I asked. "You never bring you phone to the bathroom and when you do it freaks me out," he said. "Okay?" I said. He looked me in the eyes for a second and the said," do you really not want to get married?" "I...I don't know," I said. "Well it's either all in or all out. I'm not going to be in a relationship where your not 100% committed," he said. "Val," I said as tears formed in my eyes," just give me some time to think please." "No Jen if you aren't going to be committed, how will I know if you'll even show up for the wedding?" He said angrily. "You know what if you don't give me any choice in this, we're through," I said. "Here's your stupid ring. Now get your stuff and get out," I screamed throwing my ring at him. He went into my room and packed up all his stuff and walked out, slamming the door behind him. When I heard the door close, I knew it was over. I fell down and sobbed. A few seconds later I felt someone come hug me. I looked up to see Addison. I fell on her and cried…

    • 512 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    “Do you remember what made you fall?” His eyes continued their roaming across my face. “I don’t know, I must have just lost my balance. It must have been that. I did have this idea, this feeling that when you were standing there beside me, y— I don’t know, I had a kind of feeling. But you can’t say anything for sure from just feelings. And this feeling doesn’t make any sense. It was a crazy idea, I must have been delirious. So I just have to forget it. I just fell,” he turned away to grope for something among the pillows, “that’s all.” Then he glanced back at me, “I’m sorry about that feeling I had.” I couldn’t say anything to this sincere, drugged apology for having suspected the truth. He was never going to accuse me. A Separate Peace page 58…

    • 1232 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Better Essays

    In Cold Blood Quotes

    • 996 Words
    • 4 Pages

    "I was a fool," Javier cried, burying his head into his knees. "I thought I would be understood without words. But it's too fucking late now. I can't go back! I can't! How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left…

    • 996 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Better Essays
  • Good Essays

    "He was nodding his head, his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. 'I believe you. It's okay because I understand and I believe you.'" Page 183…

    • 386 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    My mother sat in the passenger seat scrutinizing the car continuously as the salesman sat back comfortably in the back-seat rattling of facts on the like a regular machine, trying to add more value with each sentence. I blocked them both out, in that moment there was only me and the car, it moved calmly out of the lot, no rattling sounds or an overabundance of engine clutter. There are many moments that are special in life, I’ve heard people talk about, their first kid, going to the prom and even getting married; this was my moment, when I was behind that wheel it was as if the whole world just faded away. I no longer paid attention to the verb back and forth between my mother and salesman, no all that mattered now was the ride. I was one with the car, every purr, every puff of the wind that flowed past its smooth exterior and it was in this moment that I knew I had found my first…

    • 840 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Dramatic Monologue

    • 985 Words
    • 4 Pages

    I wanted to take the most of him in my senses and I could not anymore. I see a grey sweat pants and white short sleeved v neck shirt. I see his messy hair and tired eyes staring at me, waiting for me to go through the doors. He is ready to move on, he was ready. I was not needed anymore for his development.…

    • 985 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I was so tired, even attempting to keep my eyes open was a struggle. My whole body was achy after a hard day’s of school work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away, just to finish an essay. My pale white hands, frozen by the air conditioning blasting on high, were holding on to the steering wheel like a person gripping the edge of a cliff, hoping not to fall into a dark abyss. My brain wanted to give in, to remain in the sleep that I kept dangerously drifting in and out of. I took a look outside, the road looking meek. The rows if brush hoars any objects spattered off the road by vehicles in the August sun. It felt like I was going around in a circle, my tires skating around the bends and turns of the road. I felt maybe I should slow down so I do not lose…

    • 861 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    With white knuckles, rigid muscles and shallow breaths, I drove down the winding road with its faded lines and crumbling shoulders. My normal, confident and positive self had disintegrated into the scared and doubtful fragment that was left in the driver’s seat. My first time in that seat rattled me like no other experience had.…

    • 567 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    We were almost through the state of North Carolina as we traveled on Interstate 95. It was rush hour and you could tell everyone was antsy and excited to get home. Cars traveled at 80 miles per hour, and some were even traveling faster than that. I could now see why it was ranked the fifth worst highway in North America. Cars were weaving in and out of traffic at over 90 miles per hour. Traffic was getting heavy. Listening to the radio, my dad and I sang along to a familiar song we both knew, “Yeah” by Usher. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”, we both sang while he drove. My dad always loved this song, so we had the radio turned almost all the way up. The song ended and we turned the radio down. We had already been on the road for ten hours so we were beginning to get a little tired. It was almost 5:00 in the evening and we did not eat lunch, so we were both getting hungry as well. “Where do you want to stop for dinner?”, I asked him. My dad looked at the food signs next to the highway as I looked up places on my phone where we could grab a bite. Just as I was about to name off a few places where we could go, my phone flew out of my hand and my head jolted forward.…

    • 1190 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Better Essays

    A reckless driver zoomed down the wet and slippery roads. His car was shaking as his speakers blasted the thundering growls, the biting guitars, and the thrashing drums. He was angry that he couldn't keep his car clean. It had been raining all week making his pride-and-joy ugly and dull, it made his blood boil which wasn't a difficult feat these days. So he was dealing with his anger the only way he could at the moment. His music, he said, helped him relax. She knew he was lying. Sitting in the passenger seat her heart was racing almost as fast the senseless percussion in the pseudo-demonic band. The music made her feel vulnerable when he drove this way in this kind of mood.…

    • 2421 Words
    • 10 Pages
    Better Essays
  • Good Essays

    My commute to work, a 2 hours drive from Philadelphia to New York, had become as draining as my marriage to a gambling addict. While driving my mind often drifted off to a place where the mindless go. This appeared to be another day in which I mechanically went through the motions, just another day of losing a slice of my soul.…

    • 805 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    My brothers and I were holding each other tight, trying our best not to think of the events of just hours before. We focused on everything around us—the little warmth in our bodies, the sound of the train running over the hard tracks of the railroad, the rough floor of the train. We were quiet, making no noise. By some kind of miracle, my youngest brother, Adam, was sound asleep in my arms. The brother closest to my age, Levi, was just sitting there, staring straight ahead. We stayed like this, inaudible, until the train screeched to a halt.…

    • 2156 Words
    • 9 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Zella Day Narrative

    • 2073 Words
    • 9 Pages

    I leaned toward the window where my pillow was pressed against the car door. I watched the lightning a few miles to away from the car as it lit up the mountains. Compass by Zella Day played through my headphones as I sat up to look through the windshield. I took my headphones out and my friend/cousin, Amaya, sat up excitedly in her seat. It was the first time she’d ever taken this trip. The city lights below sparkled. Amaya’s mom, JoAnn, and our uncle Bill played songs from “their time” as we drove down toward Las Vegas.…

    • 2073 Words
    • 9 Pages
    Good Essays