Personal Narrative: My Years Of Death

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…

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

When something happens in your life when least expected, it is not always a good thing. Three years ago I didn’t think my life could be turned upside down, but it did. I and my husband started fighting a lot, and couple months later, we lost our house, and life started going downhill from there. As soon as I thought everything was getting better, it just got three times worse. This year, I told myself I was going to make it better for my family, but then I lost my kids to CPS.

When I was a kid in Lakewood Washington I had always loved Halloween and going trick or treating. I was going to be a ghoul that year and I had just gotten home from school and I said “Mom, mom where are you.” and I see Torin my little brother in his crib crying my moms door was open and I walked in to look for mom and I see her dead in the closet hanging.

I was just called this morning my niece died; one of my VA co-workers found me in restroom crying and the CIO told me to go home. This is the niece that I kept from birth, I am going to work tomorrow and will be there until her funeral. I calling you to let my administrator know. I would like to know what to put down for time today and for the funeral.

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.

Death. The word itself is spine-chilling. The word is almost dripping with terrifying memories. The word reeks of sadness and teardrops. This word, death, seems like it is impossible to accept. Death is like a dark room that slowly gets smaller, eventually crushing you.

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.

David, we met when I was 19 turning 20. I'm turning 24 this year and I don't have any interest to rewrite history with you. When I met you, I was going through a very difficult stage in life (my breakup). Through that ugly mess you were a great person who made me realize that there are many more great guys out there.. And for that, I did end up liking you. However, you and I were so busy playing this cat and mouse game. Eventually, I grew out of that game and we stopped talking. We connected a year later (I contacted you to apologize) but it wasn't because I was interested in you or anything. I simply just want to apologize because that's where I'm at in life.. I want to apologize to those I've done wrong too. I did like you many many years

I knew how that story was going to end so I shoved my hand through his chest and ripped it out his heart. I slowly moved my hand up and down and side to side to find the heart. All I did was kept breaking bones and then I felt the bloody, juicy heart. It was beating so fast in my hands. I twisted the heart out of its place and yanked it out. I took a big bite of the heart and it was sour and very sweet. I know I should've been patient, but he was mundane. All he did was sit there and mumble random words. I’m just a very impatient person. I left his little body to die while eating his heart and teleported to Ramona’s house on Vista Drive. I even took his rib bones to make a necklace when

Every morning I wake up at the same time, eight thirty with a hangover or a headache. It depends on the fiance. If he gets a fifth, drinking it is, if he comes home with an attitude, headache. I get up, take pain killers, start coffee for Phillip and I, shower, get my coffee, wake Phillip up and, well, get to morning business with him. Ten minutes later, Phillip and I get dressed and get in the car. "Kayla! You drive like a fucking idiot!" he screamed, closing his bloodshot eyes. I know he's high, I am only driving fifty miles per hour. My phone was ringing, i looked at it, but my eyes shifted, I refuse to pick up my phone while driving. It's the right thing, 'Stay Alive. Don't text and Drive', say so, say so. After a few seconds I look at

Okay well almost death Why did this have to happen to me today? .*Yawn*.I had finally got out of my bed.I slowly walked downstairs because I was still waking up.When I finally got downstairs into my kitchen and got myself a bowl of cerial.I did this every morning. I poured some fruit loops into a light blue bowl.I poured almond milk in to my bowl ,and brought it over to my dark green leather couch.I was setting my bowl down on one of our brown end tables ,and I noticed somthing weird.Summer is usally racing around in her wheel running like a clown was chasing you,and we can usally hear wheel squeeking.I looked down and her cage,we had a fish tank thing for her cage because she would just eat through the plastic and could patentally escape and get out of the cage I remember the pet store lady told me when I first got a pet that was actually mine and that was Summer.When you open the cage the whole cage is compleatly open.A perfect way for my mestevouse cats to get in.And when I looked down it was wide open and I jumped right to conclusen and stated that she was dead!I looked in her cage and I didn’t see her.I picked up her house and then put it back down then i started scattering the sawdust

She follows me into the dining room, unaware of the hell on earth we're about to experience.

Death is an experience that every individual must deal with at one point in their life. Personally, I have little experience with death, but I have dealt with it through the pain felt by those surrounding me. When my Grandfather passed away, I did not experience any sort of loss, as I had only met him one time, but I supported my Mother as she grieved the loss of her father. Over time, I have supported friends who have lost family members, but was never forced to deal with death directly. Due to my inexperience with death and dying, I continue to have a fear of what is unknown to me.

The news arrives on a sunny Friday afternoon. A shrill ring from the phone grabs the attention of my whole family; burned into my memory forever is the image of my mother’s face. As she hangs up the phone, I already know the news was not what we had expected. Bursting into tears, my mother sobs as my father holds her, tears clouding his own eyes. The diagnosis is ductal carcinoma in situ, a form of breast cancer. The perfect weather contrasts with one of the most excruciating days of my life. The day is my mother's 50th birthday.