#task 45

1) to dread = to fear greatly;

2) put [sb]'s mind at rest = to reduce or remove someone's or one's own worry, anxiety, dread, fear, etc. 

3) helping hand = assistance with a task, or a person who provides such assistance; e.g. I could really use a helping hand carrying all of these boxes downstairs;

4)  hold your horses = stop what you're doing (often because you are moving too quickly or thoughtlessly); e.g. Whoa, hold your horses—I never said a bad word about you to Izzie!;

5) sting = a sharp-pointed part of the body of some insects or animals, often containing venom or poison;

6) to sack =  dismissal  from  employment; e.g. finally got the sack after a year of ineptitude;

7) aubergine =  the  fruit  of  this  plant,  which  is  cooked  and  eaten  as  a  vegetable;

8) mould/mold = to  form  (something)  out  of  a  fluid  or  plastic  material: molded a cup out of clay;

9) clay = a fine-grained,  firm  earthy  material  that  is  plastic  when  wet  and  hardens  when  heated,  consisting  primarily  of  hydrated  silicates  of  aluminum  and  widely  used  in  making  bricks,  tiles,  and  pottery;

10) scathing = strongly criticising;

11) goes ballistic = suddenly becomes very angry;

12) goes begging = is free to be taken; e.g. half the apartments in New York go begging in the summer;

13) reinstate = to  restore  to  a  previous  condition  or  position;

14) chasm =   deep,  steep-sided  opening  in  the  earth's  surface;  an  abyss  or  gorge;

Nov 30. 2017.

The holidays were supposed to be a fun time in anyone who lived in a first world country. Even if you didn’t have to money there were plenty of charities and churches that at least made it okay for the kids. But what about when you had all the money in the world and no one to share it with? Drew Donated to ever charity, and tried to give back to the city of London every year - one year ago, though was the breaking point in Drew’s life. She had always dealt with suicidal tendencies, even when she was a kid. She just didn’t like life sometimes.

A simple ornament held the power to give Drew a flashback to last year, the ornament had been gifted to her by a child at the boys and girls club as a thank you for her donation. Drew remembered the Christmases she had growing up. With her mom, she’d be lucky if she got ten dollars to “get whatever she wanted.” With her dad though, she was given the things she needed and extra, though it was always hard to see him with his new flavor of the week. She grew out of it eventually, she guessed. The holidays weren’t ever that cheerful for her.

*flashback*

Rocking around the Christmas Tree played on repeat on Drew’s Record player, the house was decorated though Drew was nowhere to be found as the EMT’s and Firemen broke thorough her front door. It all seemed to be in slow motion as they broke into the bathroom where she laid on the cold marble floor with the syringe still in her arm. She was pale, and her lips were turning blue from the chilled touch to her body. She was dying, and maybe that’s what she wanted. It would get her out of the cult, and it’s not like anyone cared about what happened to her anyway. Her parents weren’t around, her sister wasn’t there - any friends she had were too busy looking for the next high. She was truthfully all alone in the world.

They wrapped her naked body in sheets and brought her to the hospital, where they monitored her then put her in the psych ward after flushing her body from the heroin. Then, once she was alert enough the questions came.

“How many times have you tried to kill yourself?” 4. “What triggered this attempt.” Loneliness. “Are you on medication.” I’m supposed to be.

They were always the same, the number growing every time she came back. It was her manager who called emergency services, then the cult sent a fruit basket. How fucking pathetic. That’s all they could muster after ruining her life. A fruit basket. It made sense as to why she wanted to kill herself, but no one understood and she didn’t want to explain. She thought that by dying she would somehow better the lives of the people around her. She was like some type of bad omen for destruction in their lives. Better off dead.