Personal Narrative-Life Doesn T Kill People

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

I’m a ball of sexual tense need. He stares down at me for a moment, measuring my need, then he grabs me suddenly and flips me over. It takes me by surprise, and because my hands are tied, I have to support myself on my elbows. He pushes both my knees up the bed so my behind is in the air, and he slaps me hard. Before I can react, he plunges inside me. I cry out-from the slap and from his sudden assault, and I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him as he continues to slam deliciously into me. He doesn’t stop. I’m spent. I can’t take this…and he pounds on and on and on…then I’m building again…surely not…no…

The holograms should’ve warned us to take a deep breath. Close our eyes. Then again, the holograms should’ve done a lot of things. Like told the truth.

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When I was nine my father died. Death sprung from its hiding place and took what was most dear to me. I love my dad; he taught me to love and to enjoy life. We often went fishing and biking together. After his death the bikes and fishing poles collected dust in the garage. Sometimes when I let the feelings get to me, I would stare at the two dusty bikes and fishing poles and punch them with my small hands.

I am Latina. I am queer. I am a woman. My existence, I have learned, is a giant fuck you to institutions that work to oppress women, queer individuals, people of color and other marginalized identities.

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

The major loss that I think of that I have suffered in the past is when my dad died when I was three. Now I don’t really remember much from when he died but I know from what people have told me that I really wasn’t sure as to what was going on and really didn’t understand that my dad wasn’t going to be coming back home. I do remember from what I was told that I would cry a lot and say where’s daddy and why isn’t he coming home. Now that it is 16 years later I feel that I have changed from the person I was then to the person I am now. I know it’s easy to say I have changed because I was three when my dad’s death happened, but I do truly believe I have. I feel that I have changed because I am now able to fully understand what death is and what

As I walked into the school gym I saw her. Standing on the other side of the room talking to her new friends. She probably had no idea that I was alive. Probably, thought I was gone forever. The blaring music filled the room as the students darted towards the dance floor. I could see a glimpse of her but then she disappeared into the crowd. I gradually walked toward he hoping she would see me. I grabbed her by the hand, pulled her away from her friends and gave her a big hug. She screamed but no one could hear her. It was not a scream of fear but a scream of joy. It was me she had been looking for, for the past 3 years. No one knew where I was. No one knew what had happened. I tried to say help, but I was too weak to open my mouth.

Going through life is not an effortless task for just about everyone, but a huge difference is made when one is guided through it along the way. Growing up, my brother has been a close companion and someone I relied on a surplus amount of times. I was awful at being sociable, attentive, or judicious as a little kid. Even though I still do not have much to show for those categories, I was able to drastically improve off of them thanks to him.

What is death? Why do people die? How can learn to accept the fact that one day we will die? Death is something unexplainable. Everyone has a beginning and an end. Some people cope with death differently, through sadness, anger, and confusion. The death of a loved one hurts so much, words can’t explain the feeling. Although that pain is not physical some can say that emotional pain hurts as much as physical pain. Once a person dies it’s a chance for people to reflect on what they did while they were alive. How many people they helped or how friendly they were to people. On June 18, 2016, I experienced death for the first time. I was not very close to this person but he was someone who really impacted my life and my families. I just never realized how much he meant to us until that second Saturday of June.

When I was younger, I was in love with the thought of school. I thought it was fascinating how teachers dedicate their time and effort to bettering kids' future. But of course, when I was younger, I didn’t know the definition of those words. I had attended a school in the Dayton Public system. I thought it would be a good opportunity to try a different school. Once I got to this new school I realize I was severely behind all the other students. All the stress of trying to catch up got into my head. At this point everyone in my class and grade had mastered the art of multiplying. So, one day I came home and could not focus on my homework because it was too difficult. I had asked my dad for help on the multiplication

The year of 2016 I had a lot of problems from dealing with death and money. On April 20,2016 my step mom passed away from colon cancer which made my life change in a bad way but a little good. This problem of losing my stepmom made me feel like it was a piece of my heart has been broken off and fed to a dog as a treat. She came in my life when I was four close to five. I wasn't really expecting this to happen, the doctors did not find out she had it November, but in July they saw the start of it and diagnosed her with a kidney stone. It's been hard getting over the fact that I lost one of my parents at a young age, it also had been hard for my dad and half brother. My half brother is eleven and hasn't really taken it in that his mother is

Life isn't fair I realized this when my brother wanted ice cream but couldn't get any and I got some. He believed this to be unfair, but I relied that life isn't fair so we should stop trying to make it fair. My brother and I were riding to get ice cream at goodies one of the many candy shops in bend Oregon. When we arrived I could smell the sweet satisfying smell of candy. I could see the chocolates lined up in the cantainers underneath the counter in the back I could see the list of favors including mint chip chocolate and cherry I got a cone of mint chip it was mine and my brothers favorite flavor I put my hand in my pocket to pull out some money to buy two cones one for and one for my brother I only had 3 dollars just enough to buy my own