Personal Narrative: Sylvia Simon's Death

The relationship between Sylvia and her mom was a strict one. The strict parenting of Sylvia’s mother eventually began to cause problems because Sylvia had began facing relationship issues with other boys, knowingly her mother’s point of view on relationships, Sylvia continues. In the book/movie called outsiders Ponyboy with an immense amount of strictness by his elder brother Darry, even though Darry also had a younger brother named Sodapop who was the middle sibling out of the three brothers. Darry only seemed to be strict on Ponyboy who was the youngest, by being extra strict on Ponyboy. This indicates Darry gives special supervision towards his youngest brother, Ponyboy. This goes on to show Darry is always more in control of Ponyboy

I slowly walked into the dark and daunting room. She has beckoned for me once again. She always has and she always will, no matter how many years we spend apart. She was like a drug to me. I hated the addiction but would easily fall back into the habit as soon as she would offer herself to me.

`“I’ll understand if you would to stop loving me and leave my side, it's just I didn’t couldn’t live with this guilt anymore, I’m sorry”, I started to cry tears.

“I am so sorry,” a stream of red carried my apology to him. “I didn’t know that you would….” I trembled. “That we would…” Our memories shattered against the stretch of diminishing breath. “You need to go. You’re running out of time.”

My heart beat went crazy as I reached for Hazel. I didn't know what had gotten into me inside the restaurant but now I knew what I was doing. Her face broke my heart, she was tearing up and it had been my fault. Even though she looked sad all I could think of was her lips. They looked so delicate and I couldn't control myself anymore. I leaned in and kissed her, at first she was too shocked to do anything but soon she relaxed and kissed me back.

With her head resting on my chest as she was still cuddled up against me, she gave me that look with her golden brown eyes that would make the lyrics to Marvin Gaye’s “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” true for me. For a brief moment everything seemed to stop, until she quickly pressed her soft lips against mine. Breaking the kiss to stretch her arms out before she hopped out of my bed and skipped along to the bathroom around the corner.

I told her. I repeated it so many times, but she was just staring at me, motionless...speechless. Yes, I killed a man, but it was an accident. And yes, I was going to run away and hide. I couldn't risk her coming with me and get in trouble for something I did.

My brother, my father, and now my husband is all dead because of me. What a price I pay for loving someone that was never mine to begin with. ”, she cried out, her eyes tearing up.

Startled, she turned her head towards me, and for the first time, I could see her eyes from up close. They were simply marvelous, like a stormy night sky clashing against azure sea. But a layer of shiny tears glazed over them, and I somehow felt my heart clench at the sight.

“I love you. Know that you are a worthy sacrifice of my love. Please stop fighting Unigoff…,” she tells me with tears running down her face. Tears are pouring out of my eyes, and spilling down my face with every word she speaks. Slowly, her eyes lose focus and stay that way. Her tears stop coming and her chest stops rising.

The second visit was more strained and planned and deliberate. It was after the evening at the river where she had sat so close to me, while my arms held fast the ground. We snuck away, taking the car for a couple of hours without asking. It wasn't hot but I didn't have many days left; maybe one or two. We did it so I could dunk myself once more in memoriam. And then she didn't even swim. It was a disappointingly mild day, the sky even a bit grey. I climbed along

Her tears fell and landed in a puddle, making it ribble everytime. I couldn't stop thinking how I wanted to hold her and make those tears disappear.

Junior year came and I was excited to start this new journey. I came into high school that year to accomplish everything I needed to accomplish to get into a great college. I was here to stay to keep her spirit alive, I faced so many obstacles but for some reason I’m able to keep going in this world. At one point in my life, I felt like she was giving me a sign to not be scared

I woke up because my sister was brought to the ward. She spent the whole night on the operating table. When the nurse left the room, I approached Melody's bed and put my head on her chest to hear how her heart was beating to feel that she was alive. Suddenly, a tall man with a white coat appeared in the doorway and introduced himself as a doctor Linvic. He invited me to his cabinet to discuss Melody’s condition. As I followed him, I was

I sat back onto the bed, letting my head rest on the warm pillows as my body hesitantly sank into its surrounding. I focused on the window, trying to observe as much detail as possible. It was probably around 9 or so considering it was dark out, but not quiet dark enough for it to be near midnight, information I knew considering I spend a majority of my time out in this city after 1 a.m. There weren’t many noises coming from outside of my room, where there was nothing to occupy my hearing other than uniform beeping, however I was very relieved to notice I could still hear at all. It took me about 10 minutes to gather my senses before I was ready to press the nurses’ call button to inform them I was awake, and when I did it was only seconds before someone arrived. She was rather tall with blond hair pulled back tightly into a bun, and yellow scrubs on underneath a white coat, she was probably in her mid-30’s but not exactly unattractive in the slightest.