Johnny's Death-Personal Narrative

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

In the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton, Johnny, a 16 year old boy greaser, is courageous. Johnny is courageous because he has bravery, honesty, and loyalty. Bravery describes Johnny because he went into a burning church to save little kids, honesty describes Johnny because he wanted to turn himself in so Ponyboy wouldn’t get in trouble with the police officers. Johnny also has loyalty and this describes him because he stood up for Cherry at the theatre. Johnny’s courage is displayed through his honesty.

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

I didn’t stop running; I kept this up for what felt like thirty seconds at least before the overwhelming urge to cough stopped me. I attempted to grip the side of the wall before I keeled over and violently choked up more blood. Shaking, I stretched my arms out around me, praying that I would find something in this seemingly empty room that could give me some kind of relief. Something that would take away that

He looked away and, without altering his posture, asked if it was because I felt utterly desperate that I spoke like this. I explained that it wasn’t despair I felt, but fear—which was natural enough.

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

An elongated car ride was taken to an abrupt halt as hyperventilation commenced. I compelled myself to pull over alongside a gravel road near hiking trails. My heart seemed as if it escaped my body, as it was pounding so profoundly against my chest. The news I had received had changed my life completely. Hot tears appeared instantly upon my cheeks, but my eyes were still.

I had to tell the gang about Johnny's death. It frightened me to tell them, I didn't know how they'd react. Once I told them, they didn't openly express their emotions, but I knew later in private they would. Then, we got a telephone call. Dally had contacted us from a phone booth, telling us how he had robbed a grocery store and how now the cops are after him. Figures, that Dally would do something so reckless. We met him at the lot, where the police were chasing him. He swiftly pulled his gun out that he used as a bluff from his waistband, as my eyes widened in fear. Only Johnny and I knew that the gun he carried was unloaded. The policemen fired at Dally and just like that the gang had lost another member. I then comprehended that Dally

The car’s engine hummed as we veered into metallic gates. A sign posted up at the entrance read: Yashoda Hospital in red, handwritten paint. We grabbed a ticket and were seated in the waiting room. My hands were shaking. Will she be awake? What should I say? Do I cry or pretend to be strong?

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

“Hey,” the breathy whisper sounded loud in the quiet dorm room. Keys jingled against keychains as the person clumsily dropped them to the floor. “Oh, shit, sorry.”

My eyes needed to look so badly, I grabbed it and was shocked and terrified of the darkest corner in this hospital. My body got filled up with totally chills quicker than a scream could echoes. Anne was hurrying to reach out to me, but my nerves grabbed the moment and got panic which lead to an intense seizure.

“No need for that, I’m already on my way, I’ll be at your place in less than five minutes.”

To my surprise, he found even more buttons to push. Now my whole body is on fire. Lasers beams are emitting from my eyeballs. I look at him and he’s standing there, swinging his fist around like he’s winding then up or something. So I put both my hands behind my back and start walking