Personal Narrative-The Two Realms Of The Dead

“And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.”

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.

Instead, it was a voice filled with concern, echoing and rattling inside their skull with its sharp pitch. Their eyes fluttered open to see an unrecognizable face swimming across their vision among an array of color.

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

Dealing with grief is never easy. One of the hardest time in anyone’s life is when an acquaintance or a loved one passes away. In the second week of the Fall 2016 semester, I received a devastating call. I walked into my chemistry class, and my mom called me from Turkey to tell me that my grandmother had passed away. I sat in silence in the car on the way home and thought about my grandmother. She had taught me innumerable important lessons throughout my life. Losing her changed everything, and I knew I had to return to my home country to say goodbye to my grandmother.

All i could hear was the faint yelp of a gravely injured man. As i looked around, i found the source of the adamant yelling.

The remorse grey morning awaited. I never knew one person could have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad.

“And when I recognized him, I started to shake.”

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

The stream I lay next too was crystal clear with small little fish swimming in the water. "were am I" I wonder, scratching my head as I slowly stand up. As I look around I begin to squint my eyes, this place is not were I was before I blacked out. The trees were almost pure white with black leaves on each large branch. I had never seen anything like it. "someone was here" I think. There is a small hut built into the side of a huge bolder. There was a small light coming from inside the hut but I dare not go anywhere near that just incase it was the creature that was chasing me from home. I begin to waddle away from were I lay however as soon as I try to make an attempt to get away I hear the creak of a door swinging open and a loading of a gun. The bullet locking into the chamber was as quiet as a pin drop yet sounded like a jackhammer slamming into the ground at full force. As I began to break into a sprint I hear the loud bang of the gun releasing the bullet into the air. Before my foot hits the ground I am thrown to the ground writhing in pain. I look down at my ankle and what I see makes me want to throw up. Before I can examine my wound further I black out.

“What the f-” I started to snap, blinking when I saw nobody there. I looked around, visibly confused before a small voice

The leather feels cold under my fingertips as I sit on our living room couch. My feet are propped up on the small coffee table, banging together lightly in boredom. Mom sits with me, our shoulders barely touching. It's only been twelve hours since I found Laura in the alley and the police already want to put us into protective custody. I don't want to go, but there is nothing tying me here anymore. Laura's gone.

“You know exactly what I mean. They have lied to you and you’ve believed their lies. What idiots I’ve chosen to surround myself with,” he mumbled to himself. “Even though the legends have faded a little into obscurity, they’re still true. This boy—the boy of lore is the son of a great wizard. So instead of treating these people like intruders, you should have invited them to supper. Follow me. We’ll feast and celebrate your arrival.” He stood and groaned, “Ouch, my aching back.”

I run, run, run, from the thing that haunts me most, But I can’t run away from the never-changing sway. Manulaplited by the ever-present ghost. This tempo that drives me always reminds me of the life I've thrown away.

As we mature, we learn to appreciate certain people in our lives, for instance: our grandparents. We live with the fear that we can lose them in the blink of an eye, as every passing day brings them closer to their death beds (hyperbole), but we're too busy living our lives, making time for work, school, and friends (Euphemism). We assure ourselves that we have forever to spend with them, but that is where we are mistaken. Unfortunately, this year in January, I experienced the cruel reality of death, myself. I have realized, truly how much death can change your perspective on many aspects of life. When I faced with this death, I began to appreciate family more, began to express my love for them more out of the fear that any goodbye could be the last.