Marilyn's Death?-Personal Narrative

If there was ever a chance I could meet anyone from past or present. I would have to choose Marilyn Monroe. There is so much I would like to ask her. To be able to talk to such an inspiring person could help me learn a couple of things. She spoke her mind and wasn’t afraid of the outcome. There are always two sides to each story and It would be nice to hear her side of the story.

The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of

In late May during the wee hours of the morning a rapid knock at the door woke Anna from another horrible nightmare. She sat straight swimming in her bed, crying, and drowning in the torrent of blankets. Suddenly there was a second knock, but before she could completely rub the sleep from her eyes the door was opened and in stepped a very thin, tall stranger with soft curly dark brown hair and golden eyes hidden behind spectacles.

The hall was surrounded with pictures of Morrie. The room spun, giving me a nauseous feeling. I turned around and flung open the door; I couldn’t bear to be in that room for another second. I went to my dorm and shut the door. I sat in dark emptiness, thinking of everyone who left me in my life: Hoppie, Doc, Nanny, Geel, my mother, and now, Morrie. It was too much to handle. I didn’t move from my spot on the bed for forty-eight hours. I drove myself deeper and deeper into the sadness I felt for the death of my best friend. As I laid there pitying myself I heard a knock on my door. I didn’t get up. The noise grew louder: KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Still I didn’t move from my throne of self pity. The door gently opened. A man stepped into my room. The first thing I noticed was his size. He cast a shadow that nearly

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.

Gasping for air, and pushing an invisible ‘something’ away from her, Charity sat up with a start, gulping air into her lungs. It felt as if her breath was suddenly squished out of her; however, it was not a scary feeling. She remembered a dark shadow hovering over her, then consuming her, momentarily smothering her. At first, the shadow radiated love, compassion, and understanding- feelings that returned once she could breathe again.

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

My vision blurred with tears as I rushed over to my best friend, watching in terror as her forest green eyes fluttered close. Salem, my best friend, who had been with me since I was a kit, was in some sort of Comatose. I felt my breath hitch and my eyes widen as her body was somehow being engulfed in the water, her sandy fur in knotted clumps. I don’t know what on earth had gotten into me, but I know what the last thing I thought was, before I went in after her. ‘I WON’T LET HER GO THAT EASILY, I PROMISED TO LOOK AFTER HER’. Everything went black. When I awoke, I was met with darkness, and bedding underneath my pelt. “O-Oh! You’re awake, how did you sleep?” A soft voice called out, It’s owner murmuring something else that i couldn’t make out.

It was a dream when Aimee had died. The memory was frozen into my memory-the blood running down her temple, and falling into that pool of blood that had soaked her body, the heavy, metallic smell of the dark scarlet liquid, and the dread, anxiety, and despair engulfing my heart. I had noticed her chestnut hair was to her face with sweat and red plasma, while her gunmetal blue eyes were hollow and grief-stricken. Doctors were rushing around, trying to salvage her life, nurses were bustling in and out of the room, and assistants were frantically grabbing materials, but all I payed attention to was the decelerating beats of Aimee’s heart, and within each slackening pulse, my heart gave out desperate emotions.

When I first learned of Marilyn's fate I was not that worried about her succeeding due to the fact that almost every book or movie I have read the character will inevitably get out of a sticky or dire situation. In my prediction mode, I was sure that somehow the pilot would come up with a solution such as a ship was self-piloting and he would sacrifice himself because he did not have a family that was waiting for him and he had lived his life and hers was just beginning. No doubt a bombshell can be thrown in at the last minute, but the closer to the end of the story I came the revelation that her fate was sealed sunk in and I was

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.

That was until she was distracted by one item that caught her eye. She eventually picked up the item to admire it. She then realized that she did not see her parents. She became very worried. She began running around trying to locate her parents. She eventually realized that she was lost. She came upon a wooded walkway next to an old abandoned house. She became even more terrifying because the clouds were very big. She could see a very scary face in the clouds in distance. The entire area was completely wet because it had recently rained. The ground was also extremely slippy. She heard something and she thought it was her parents. She started running towards the noise but when she reached the sound, it was not her parents… it was one of the people who was infected and was dead but not dead. She did not know what to do so she just started running… To be

Two years had passed since my poor dear Milly’s illness had taken her from me, and I still thought of her every night. She was in my dreams, and in all of my thoughts. I try now not to dwell on her as I did then, for I believe it is her face that enticed this haunting. I call it a haunting, for I don’t know what else to call it, my friend. It was not simply an isolated incident, and it was not someone in costume.

As Mattie grew from that scared little tween, into an anxious adult, her thoughts on that matter had evolved into ever more gruesome images. Having never found a body, she had only her imagination to rely upon. The fear that haunted her most was thinking that she might still be alive and hurting day in and day out. That was the singular issue that kept her from having any real sense of