Personal Narrative : Singing A Song About Death

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

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

“He then said to her, ‘Now, you d---d b----h, I’ll learn you how to disobey my orders!’

“What mum?,” Shocked to hear her mum’s voice she calls out again. “ Mum! Is that you?”

“What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

“You better shut your mouth you idiot or I will send right with your mother” he yelled “now get your white behind up and go fetch me some water”.

Hedda: Well look at your audacity! Nothing can stop me from coming back to my home,

“Thomas, you mustn't swear at a lady! What would Mother think?” she said in mock

“No you don't, you have never been there for me or Astrid or even your sister. Your not apart of this family, neither is Astrid. Now leave.”

Miss Margot took a sip of her tea not really listening and nodded and smiled. And then realized that was not an appropriate response and let out a little gasp sighted and said, "Oh my word ... Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh."

“You take care of yourself. I think you're a good kid. At least you ain't no faggot. A real one would have tried to kiss me back. It's happened. Then you just bash them around a bit. You know? If there's one thing that I can't stand its those faggots. Waving at you on the street and trying to get you to pull up next to them. They'll do anything to get a piece of ass from a real ladies man.

“But that’s the thing!” she yelled, “you can’t do anything! You are always gone from here! It makes me wonder what you’re doing all the time…”

“You know that I do not permit back talk in this house,” she continued, eyeing her sharply. “You have a dreadful penchant for it, but I suppose that was your late mother’s inheritance. Still, such things cannot be abided. I am the authority in this house, are we clear?”

Raising her voice, Marlene said, “I love you, Mother, and I do expect you to keep your mouth shut. I swear I’ll see you in your grave before you cause me trouble. I’m warning you, leave it alone!” Although shocked, Katherine failed to respond.