Going To Die-Personal Narrative

Life often throws many obstacles our way and the approach towards it allows us to grow as an individual. A combination of significant events has shaped me into the person I am today by changing my perspective on life and teaching me valuable lessons. Throughout my interview with my mom, we talked about how death has made a big impact on my life. These specific experiences include losing my grandfather, my friend passing away, and getting a new puppy. My mom and I were able to share similar responses of how I grew stronger due to these events.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

The remorse grey morning awaited. I never knew one person could have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad.

For the last few days I've left completely lifeless-not depressed- just lifeless. I'm very familiar with the feeling of depression. But this shit right here is on a whole different level.

I’m a ball of sexual tense need. He stares down at me for a moment, measuring my need, then he grabs me suddenly and flips me over. It takes me by surprise, and because my hands are tied, I have to support myself on my elbows. He pushes both my knees up the bed so my behind is in the air, and he slaps me hard. Before I can react, he plunges inside me. I cry out-from the slap and from his sudden assault, and I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him as he continues to slam deliciously into me. He doesn’t stop. I’m spent. I can’t take this…and he pounds on and on and on…then I’m building again…surely not…no…

My sister thought of my name when I was a newborn. At the time she was really into a book series called The Babysitters Club, and there was this one character that was named Christie. My sister loved her name so much that she suggested the character’s name to our parents. They agreed, but they wanted to change the Ch into a K. So that is how I got Kristie as my name. I am the type of person who is very quiet and reserved who does not like to talk to people that much.

She watched him leave and climb atop his bike. He started it with minimal effort and soon disappeared into the light of day. ‘It was him,’ she thought. All of his words so fresh in her mind, had her frozen in her place. ‘It was him.’ Three simple words that kept coming back to her. ‘He said he’d be there.’ Molly knew the ball was now in her court. She could either call the game and walk away, or she could make a play. Either was the choice was hers’. She held all the control. It’s something she wanted. Death is ineviatable. How we die is something we can decide. Normally we are all on our crash courses with destiny, barreling at speeds we can’t even begin to comprehend towards whatever has been laid out before us. There are times when we can

You Always hear about death in the news, see it in movies , or even read about it

It was quite difficult for him to understand the reasons why he chose to live. At first, his reasons were quite altruistic: he lived for other people. As his life progressed, so too did his values. After people it became money, after money it became power, and after power was his present position. What motivated him now had to be the most cryptic of all, considering what it had willed him to do only a few days prior. Although he wasn’t menial enough to concern himself with the lowest forms of cash flow, Cecil had taken it upon himself to visit those who occupied the bottom of the hierarchy, to ensure that all was going according to his expectations. To his surprise, the small organization had been under careful watch, for what he could only

Dying without pain and surrounded by loved ones can be a good death. I want to think this can also be a peaceful death, but it's so hard to see the peace in it when I can see the pain in others. Death affects individuals differently. I was able to accept my dad's death, even though I felt it was too soon, he was too young, and he was needed to stay here with us longer. He wanted to die at home and he did. I think his idea of his death would have been sudden, a heart attack or stroke and boom gone just like that, short and painless he’d be gone, but he was wrong. I think dying suddenly, unexpectedly, tragically or violently would not be a good death or peaceful death. The last time my dad was in the hospital, I told him he was either going

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

I always thought that there was a secret, a truth privy only to those who had experienced it, about coping with death. Having never encountered it in my fifteen years of life, death seemed a mystery, and those left in its wake even more so. Rationality being my forte, I determined that they must know something that I didn't, because in my mind every question had an answer and every problem, a solution. I concluded that there must be a secret, some way to bear the toll that death takes and move on. Eventually my mind was filled with other things, more questions needing answers, more problems needing solutions, so I pushed my existential one to the back of my mind. Little did I know, the real answer would find its way to me, as answers always seem to do when you stop looking for them.

Stop and imagine this, your best friend, one of your family members, your cousin could end their life without you knowing about it. April 2015, I had a shock of the life time. It was the time everyone in my family came together as one. You always think it can’t happen to you when it does. Till this day I think of this moment, when my cousin attempted to commit suicide.

I was having pretty a normal day and then BOOM!! In an instant it all changed for me.

sometime i believe thatthere is always somthing waiting for us after our lifeb end but wht if it doesnt ent what happended if you wake up and you are reaborn what happends then. i have been hearing lodes of stories about death and how its going to feel when you die but in my opinon in sared of death and im am afrade of a lot of thing but death has to be up the top you could die tomorrow or msby in 20 30 years but know can really know what it feels like and with me my life is pritty boring and i mean boring i build my own life up the way i would with it to be not like all the fancy cars and the house i mean the sories and msking them funnyer and way better so make my life more intreasting and sometimes it will catch up with me as i said