Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide

Despite what other arguments might think, I believe the description in this book was exceptional, in how it hooked me right in. for example, in the text, the way the author effectively describes the way the guardian stabbed Andy, and the blood flowing from the wound. for example in the text it states,`` The knife entered just below his rib cage and had been drawn across his body violently, tearing a wide gap in his flesh. He lay on the side-walk with the March rain drilling his jacket and drilling his body and washing away the blood that poured from his open wound. He had known excruciating pain when the knife had torn across his body, and then sudden comparative relief when the blade was pulled away.`` when I read this I pictured Andy being

“My ex-girlfriend was taken away by the cop and taken to the local jail. My ex-girlfriend’s Dad showed up and I rode back with him to their house. Finally my parents came and picked me up. I went home and maybe got two hours of sleep, if you even call that sleep. The next morning, I went back to my ex-girlfriend’s house and she was later released from jail that day. For the longest time, we would just sit there in silence, because, what do you say? It was time to comfort one another. I not only felt bad about the whole situation, but I knew no one was going to believe me, us. Believe that a girl purposively jumped into the moving vehicle. I later learned that the girl who died had been suicidal. Earlier that day, before the accident,

Waiting for my twelfth surgery to begin, the nurse struggled to get the I.V. to work. She had tried numerous times without success and as I cried, a kind woman came in, held my hand, taught me techniques to calm down and helped get me a numbing shot. The nurse suddenly got the I.V. in on her next try! I was in awe of this angelic person whom I have since learned was a Child Life Specialist. I decided right then I wanted to be just like her.

I live in a house with a man that take cares of me because I have trouble doing normal day to day things. He has settled with me for 10 years and we have become best friends and he’s the best roommate I could have ever had in my life. Every night I go to bed and have this feeling that someone is watching me so I have trouble sleeping. He also checks on me every morning after I wake up and asks how I've been sleeping through the night. He has also bothered me a night sometimes. I never asked, but I'm afraid he will do something even more horrific.

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

"It's OK, really it is. I have sustained worse injuries before." I say smiling at her. She looks at me and a smile slowly appears on her face.

Staring at the enclosed tennis backboard of the graffitied wall, it was my third consecutive morning there and i still didn't know what to make of it. “Hello, Brenda are you there?”, said my friend Miller as he abruptly strike me back to reality, “here its your turn, take a hit. And remember this time hold it in”. I've always felt i had an inner mystical esoteric view on life, suppressed by naive realism. I wanted to answer the great philosophical questions. So i tried marijuana.

The problem isn’t the problem but how you deal with it. Being moody and depressed about whatever hardship you have to deal with can make things a lot more difficult to handle. They can cave every now and then that’s part of the process. But don’t let it control your life. Negative attitudes about cancer, for example, can make it harder to find the will to live. They give up and just let the doctors poke and prod at them trying to give them the life that they’ve already lost. But finding things to give you a reason to live plays a big part in hope. Esther and hazel found people to connect with which made their struggle a little more bearable.

Ben struggled with place attachment; cultivating back into his social group with peers after his accident. He experienced grief and comments on finding out who his real friends were during the process. Going from a healthy young man to person dependent on others for personal care was an extreme shift.

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.

As Eren released me I turned to Luka. "Luka please take Eren upstairs and get him dressed. He should be able to where some of your clothes until he properly get situated. I will show him around the temple a little bit later." I told Luka.

Startled by your mother's remark, you quickly blurt. "I'm still not feeling well. Is it alright, if I stay here a little longer to recover?"

Lindara slid off the table and adjusted her dress. “That’s fine. Thank you for helping me. I knew it wasn’t a major injury, but I thought it best to have you look at it.”

“Monsters don’t sleep under your bed; they scream inside your head.” When you are young and the world is fresh, the most frightening occurrences are monsters, or make believe ghosts. You would never think that you would be here, living in a personal hell; a phenomenon so much scarier, yet so overlooked. Going through the day with copious amounts of pain, with not a soul in sight with a clue is quite possibly one of the most difficult hardships someone could experience. “That happens to other people. Something like that would never happen to me,” is usually the thought that occurs when this word or topic is presented. Well, it is being brought to attention right now, and it’s something much scarier than monsters or ghosts or make believe.

Liko tries to stay calm. It may not look like it, but he is on the verge of crying. "I hope not." With a few swift hand gestures he moves the Universe and zooms onto something. It’s a small house, inside some small city.