The book The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway is about a old man named Santiago who is a fisher which has gone 84th days with out catching a fish but is determined to catch a fish on his 85th day . After letting his pride getting the best of him his fish ( that took him 3 days of struggling to catch) gets attacked/eaten by sharks. Santiago has proved to let his pride the best of him. I believe Santiago to be a crazy psycho .
I believe that Santiago is crazy.
I was standing on the porch looking for my keys. I heard my keys drop.
“Opps.” I picked up my keys and open my door as the smell of Coconut rum ran up my nose.I walked in seeing my brother on the couch with a clothes hanger and the bottle in his hand.
“How was-” He hiccuped “School?”
“It was fine..”
“Don’t try to fucking lie either!” He said looking me in the eyes as he chugged on the bottle. I tried to ignore his question by walking up the stairs. He walked towards me and grabbed me by my arm as i fell down the stairs as he stood above me with the clothes hanger in his hand.
“I told you don’t fucking lie!” He said swinging the hanger across me back.He beat me with the hanger until it eventually snapped in half. I was covered in bruises and beaten marks. I cried with the tears running down my face. Fear was running through my veins as i held myself close.
“Get upstairs before i beat your ass , and you better not get a another phone call home!” he threw the broken hanger on the floor as i didn’t waste a second running up the stairs. I thought to myself if that was a beating, what was? At that moment I knew he was drunk and there was no telling what he was doing or even what he had planned next.
A few hours past after my first beating and someone began to pound on my door. I knew it was my brother, i managed to grab my blanket quick enough to cover my body before he he slammed my door opened. He had grabbed me from my hair wrapping it around his hand as he dragged me out of bed and down the stairs. He shoved me with all his force to stare at a suspension slip that stared back at me.
“What in bloody hell is this shit?!” He yelled at me pointing to the suspension slip.
“A suspen-” he slapped me in the face before i could even finish the word suspension. I could taste the blood in my mouth. The fear came up again along with the tears.
“Go to bed before i kill you!” I ran upstairs to the bathroom and from i that moment i knew this had just begun.From there I dashed to my room locking my door as i ran to the window looking at the rain fall as fast as my tears did.
I was he doing this, he was never this drunk, he never beat me. What was going on with him. Fear ran through my body. I ran to my room locking the door. As i heard the rain drops hit my window. I looked up at the ceiling crying from not knowing what was next.
The smell of food ran up my nose, it was pork chops with seasoned rice.I hadn’t eaten all day and i thought maybe the food would calm down my stress. As i went to open the door it was shut. I unlocked my door thinking it was my locks but they were already unlocked.
“Oscar!” I yelled in fear trying to slam the door open.
I heard him walking up the stairs laughing as i kept twisting turning the door knob.
“Don’t bother trying to open it, its locked from the other side.”
My world 