Personal Narrative: A Girl's Death?

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

In chapter 19 of your book Edward deals with the loss of Sarah Ruth.Edward loses Sarah Ruth due to an illness.I have dealt with loss such as Edward did in chapter 19.I lost my dog/best friend to an infection.Due to the infection she couldn't walk or eat. I got Chivers when I was 3 and lost her when I was 13.That's a long time,she had grown on my whole family and nobody could believe what my dad had done.He put her down because he thought it was the best for her and I guess he was right. Edward and I don't deal with the same type of loss.I saw Chivers being put down from a mile away.Edward losing Sarah Ruth was a surprise. So she eventually had gotten very skinny and helpless and had to get put down so she would no longer suffer.

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,

I looked around. "Yeah, maybe." She threw out her cigarette and nodded to me before walking back into her room. I stood outside, just watching room five. *What the hell could be in there?* I leaned against the door, put my ear to it and I listened. It was silent for a short while, but I heard a muffled knock come from inside. I continued to listen. Another knock. Then another knock. And then, complete silence. I kept my ear at the door, just listening, waiting. Another knock, but this time, it was against the door. I jumped back, shocked by what had just happened. I knew there was somebody or something in there and the fact that I didn't know who or what it was, had me completely horrified. I just wanted to get far away from that motel.

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

On day two Samantha was really confused, did she dreamed the night before or was she just going crazy. Through the day she got some control over the day.

A small girl was curled by the next door, hands gripping her ghastly white knees as she shook. A rusted hook laid by her side, and I winced as I came to the conclusion that it's was covered to the brim with blood.

I have collected these items not only as evidence for my parents death but to help me believe that it was all real that I was being suspected for their murder. The caution tape and the eyeglass was the materials that I found in my dead parents room before I was escorted to the living room.The Avery fisher hall headliner poster, the last time I could have a nice family moment before chaos with the police tore my family apart.Morris Sampson my first suspect besides my own siblings that could have a motive of murdering my parents due to hate for my mother and writing his opinions into a worst excuse of a book. The pills and the shot to declare the last time I'd ever forgotten to take my vitamins and let it into my system ever again .The airplane

She moved in colour, even after she died. When everyone else was living in black and white, under grey skies, she had bright red hair and rosy cheeks. Her blue-eyed gaze still makes me feel exposed, even now. I haven't seen her for weeks, but it seems that I’m still trying to stay afloat in the ever-crashing waves that emit from her intimate glance.

On Thursday March 10, 2016 at 1310 hours a call came from dispatch about a possible murder. I arrived at 210 Downey Way, at 1327 hours. Mr. Henry Winkler, who was the next door neighbor, was standing outside of the victim’s house. Officer Twumasi and I approach Mr. Winkler, who advised that he was the person who reported the call. He said, that while he was eating jello that he heard a loud boom coming from Ms. Nelson’s house about 15 minutes before he made the call. Mr. Winkler said he was scared and when he looked out of his window he saw Jim, the victim’s boyfriend leaving the victim’s house in a blue Ford Escort, 1999 model, four doors with Harley Davidson sticker on the back window. While gathering information from Mr. Winkler I learned

I slowly came out of the darkness to only see...red. Just plain red. Not scarlet, not mahogany, but red. Red, red, red. I look around to find myself face to face with my lifeless yet beautiful mother. Devastation overwhelmed my whole being. My legs could no longer hold my weight as I fall on my knees with a small plunk. When I saw a white flutter cross my peripheral vision, fear dominated the feeling of devastation. I look fearfully at the mysterious being. However, it was revealed that it was a small girl of about eight years of age. She was all in white. White lacy one piece, pale smooth skin, extremely light blonde hair that looks almost like a fresh blanket of snow contrasting curiously well with the red background. She was the epitome of innocence and purity. Quietly and leisurely, she walks towards me with such grace it was almost ethereal. Before I knew it, the white girl was clasping onto my hand with soft, cool, and smooth tiny hands. I look into her

I remember hearing that and just standing there in silence. When I finally had the breath to say something, I whispered, “You’re messing with me, I know that it is not true.”

Have you ever faced a fear? Have you ever crashed a four wheeler? Well I have done both at the same time. Here's how it all happened and how I almost died. I was at my uncle's house and he wanted me to learn how to ride a four-wheeler period I told him no. He kept trying to convince me all day saying stuff like “Come on you need to learn how to ride before you go to the mountains. This was last summer and I was super scared.

I had to get her back to me! Losing her permanently would be the death of my body, my soul. When Blaze ran away, she took my heart with her, running a million miles an hour. She is my heart now. The only meaning of my existence is to make her happy; which, so far, I have failed at. Why can't just get over my pride and tell her I love her? No, I just had to go and hurt her emotionally and physically. God I'm such an ass.

Barker 1A Different MindsetIt was a rainy evening in Higginsville Missouri in the year 1993 I had been overseas for the past year or so and in that time my parents and my sister Sarah had moved into a new home and as I pulled up to the house I rushed into the sunroom in fear ofgetting all my luggage wet, as soon as I got in the sunroom I saw a piece of paper on the door as I got closer I realized it was a note to me, the note readEsther,I’m sorry I can’t be there to see you, but it is impossible. Please, please don’t go digging around trying to find out where. I don’t want mom and dad anyone to know. We’ll see each other again someday. Don’t be worried. I love you.-SarahAs I read that, I struggled for the secret key my mom told me about