Death Of A Girl-Personal Narrative

Laurel lifted her hand to her head, which she ran slowly over the top of her head. She kept her hand on top of her head for a few moments, a sigh escaped her lips. Her head tilted from side to side, as she thought of those that left her here. She wasn’t sure if they left her her for dead or not, there was no way for her to know for sure. A frown spread across her face. She closed her eye as she took in a deep breath, which she exhaled slowly. Her eyes slowly open as she shook her head from, her head lightly nodding. She dropped her hand from her head and placed it against her hip.

I can’t do it. She’s gone, and I need to accept it. She’s gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. She was pieces of sand that I held on to too tightly. Her little particles longed to get out of my firm grasp. And now she’s gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone, and never coming back to me, to hold my hand or kiss my lips.

She shot herself, to free me. To free I, Edwin Smith, a filthy sinner, from my sins that she was never held accountable for. She was too kind, and far too selfless. Our undying love for each other resulted in the death of my most prized possession. Now, this isn’t the

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

In The book Story Of a Girl by Sara Zarr the word of the wiser was when deanna wanted stacey to have her money and she stated, “here, take my money for you guys that I made.” which she worked all summer for because she thought she was going to move out with them. Stacey and darren moved out with april and left deanna home which was not deanna's plan. Deanna normally would not have given the money especially because it wasn't going to her own good because she wasn't even moving with them. Deanna also said in the beginning of the book when Lee said she wanted to go on a huge shopping spree at the end of the summer with all the money deanna made at work, Deanna said, “No, i'm not spending my money on that crap. I'm moving out with darren and

Does that make you think that her heart gave up? That she gave up? No, you would be wrong to think so. She was indeed broken but she was

If death took her, then I concluded, that her life would no longer be mine but her name would forever be pierced on my heart. I’m sure that there are other girls like her in the world. My scarred heart would heal and I would move on, after all they do say that time heals all wounds.

The words slowly processed in my mind, burning their way deep into my brain to snap me out of the dream world I’d locked myself in. I slowly looked up, smiling and letting out a slight laugh. “I’m sorry?” I said politely, giving the woman my gentlest tone. She stood there on the other side of the table, long, dark blonde hair neatly tied back into a fancy bun, stern blue eyes hidden behind her pointed black glasses. She was dressed so smartly in her ironed white button up, dress pants and blazer that seemed to hide her body, setting a barrier between her and I. Her face looked so young but wrinkled from the stress of life, her nose small and her bottom lip bitten in frustration. Those bright blue eyes seemed to stand out against the fair, lightness of her skin, burning deep into my own.

I woke up to feel my clothes clinging to me as the sun drooped through my window. I looked at the time and it read 6 am. I sighed, it's been three years since I lost my girlfriend, Alison. Alison seems to haunt my dreams no matter what I do, saying those words over and over. I can never find peace. Maybe because I miss her, or maybe I feel guilty for not trying to help her. Alison was suffering from

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.

With tearful eyes and caring hearts, We watched you fade away. We all loved you dearly, But we could not make you stay.

On September 7, 2017, At Approximately 7:45 pm I was Physically insulted by another young lady, I Approached her very calm and polite seeking help due to bag malfunction. She ignored me twice when trying to address a minor situation. I said excuse me three times before she acknowledged me. I politely asked for help as she gave me a nasty attitude, I explained the situation to her three times gaining frustration because she would not hear me out. she shoves a cart into me stating I needed to fix my shit. I stepped into her face as she told me to walk away, I said you make me walk away just slammed a cart into me you, you stupid B****. Two on site mangars came to defuse the situation I stood in the hallway for about a minute before I was approached about the situation from there.

Imagine this. There is a fifteen-year-old girl walking into first block at her high school. She is trying to remember what is due today for her first class and the rest to follow. Today is a different day though; it is the one-year anniversary of her stepbrother committing suicide. Not everyone knows that today is the day, but she doesn’t want to talk about it. She is stressed about the homework she might not have done and her mind is in so many different places. The first bell rings so she takes her seat and looks at the board. A worksheet was due and she hadn’t completed it. Swiftly walking around the room, the teacher comes to collect the worksheet, but she hadn’t completed it. The girl doesn’t pass her worksheet forward and tries to explain to the teacher it was a rough day, but the teacher does not care. Sitting there blankly, the girl is still thinking about her brother instead of school. The day carries on, but still the girl is not mentally in school. Her grade book reflects the bad day and the teachers that didn’t care enough to listen to the student. The student is more stressed out than before and her mind is going crazy. Sinking deeper and deeper into a whole that cannot be climbed out of she tries to forget about the couple bad grades. Its just one bad grade, that wont hurt right? Until next week when she has family problems at home and one bad grade turns into two bad grades. The stress once again rises and no one is willing to listen. Teachers, parents,

A long silence fell between us, my mind raced. Was I going to lose her? My knees got weak at the thought of losing her, I just couldnt take it. She couldn 't say that she didn 't need me, she just couldn 't.