Essay on Personal Narrative- A Preventable Death

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

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

Mum reports that Sean finds very difficult to make friends and she will ask Reece to let him go out with him, which is not always welcome by Reece.

Sean denied blaming others for his actions and acknowledges he takes responsibilities, but he does not blame himself for what happened anymore because he use to think he let it happen based on others people thoughts.

I found out Tuesday after school. My mom brought my sister and I into her room and made the announcement. They were both clearly devastated. I myself shed no tears until I was in the safety of my own room. All I felt was hate, resentment, fear, and devastation. Out of everything that could have happened, why did she have to go? I continued to ask myself that one question over and over. I felt like it was partially my fault. I questioned if I had done something that would have led to this. We sent her away to find out what had caused her death. They found nothing, and assumed it was a neurological problem.

CM Gilmore observed Sean playing his video game. He appeared to be very quiet, and didn’t response well to CM Gilmore.

When speaking to the counselor Sean admits that, he does not remember what happened last night or how he came to be at the hospital. He remembered being at the Sigma house and playing a drinking game around 10:00 pm and did not remember much after that. He even mentioned a story about drinking when he was in high school. Sean was very worried that his parents would find out and that they would make him come home. He seemed to be very nervous about not knowing whether his parents were called or not. Sean admitted to smoking marijuana before the party. He also stated that a friend gave him oxycontin.

I don’t think I killed Sean. Someone else did. Someone else killed me too. I wonder if it was the same person...

“I’d see a cluster of kids and he was always just on the outside, because he never quite knew how to engage,” says Sean’s mom, Erin.

On the day of December 9, 2013 around 3:45-4:00 my mom got a call, the first time his birth mom called her told her that he was in very bad trouble and she said that she do not know what he did she just got a call and someone is calling now. She called again and told her that he got shot because he walked into someone's house and they shot him. The last time she called she said that he was dead, then my mom started crying and I screamed and asked her what was wrong and she said that John Reil was dead. I just stopped and fell on the floor. I could not stop crying. Then my mom started calling all of her siblings and telling them what happened. After that, the Cops called my mom and asked her some personal questions

I was not surprised when I found out my best friend died. He was reckless and made poor decisions, but somehow, he was also the smartest person I knew. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I found out. I was in my bedroom playing Fallout 4 when I received a group text which informed most of the swim team of the death. A text message is an awful way to find out. A impersonal two sentence text that read “This morning Jacob Schaedler was killed in a snowmobile accident. If anyone needs to talk just call me.” Everything was slightly spinning and I was badly shaking. I remember walking to the Living room where my parents were sitting and saying, “Schaedler is dead.” Neither of my parents believed me and thought it was one of

On the evening of April 8, Sean received a phone call from Tim. Tim told him that he

Seeking out Larissa’s face above the mantel, she pleaded, “Larissa, I hope you don’t mind. I know this is your personal journal, and it contains private thoughts and feelings, but I need to know if there is any reason for what happened to Sean. Your journal is the only link I have

Also, in one night he was reading a book and because didn’t like how the story ends, he frowns it through the window. Moreover, he invaded the privacy of his parents at 4:00 am in the morning and argue about that book. On the other day, he couldn’t find his weeding video, so at 3:00 am in the morning he turned upside down the house and woke up his parents, and ended with fight and police report. Once, his friend Ronnie had invited him to a dinner, and there he saw Tiffany, a sister to Ronnie’s wife, Veronica.

“There is no gunshot wound. Whatever he died from it wasn’t a bullet. There are a bunch of medications here, but we will wait for the toxicology results to come back to show if that was a factor.”