She Is Dead-Personal Narrative

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.

Remember when I was 7, because I do. I remember how when I asked you if Dad would be okay, you said to not worry because he would be fine. You lied. He’s now six feet underground with your name written in red on his coffin. Dirt lines my memories of how when he got lowered into the ground you didn’t cry, you stood looking at the man that helped plan the funeral. Not even five seconds after Father was gone, were you looking for your next victim. I will not help you anymore, the business will not be passed down to me and I will not participate in the same game that killed Dad.

In chapter 19 of your book Edward deals with the loss of Sarah Ruth.Edward loses Sarah Ruth due to an illness.I have dealt with loss such as Edward did in chapter 19.I lost my dog/best friend to an infection.Due to the infection she couldn't walk or eat. I got Chivers when I was 3 and lost her when I was 13.That's a long time,she had grown on my whole family and nobody could believe what my dad had done.He put her down because he thought it was the best for her and I guess he was right. Edward and I don't deal with the same type of loss.I saw Chivers being put down from a mile away.Edward losing Sarah Ruth was a surprise. So she eventually had gotten very skinny and helpless and had to get put down so she would no longer suffer.

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

She was my only reason to keep on living, and now she’s gone. I loved her so much, she was the only person that I loved. We had been together for twelve years, and now I’m alone. Now there is nobody, there is nothing in my life that has any meaning.

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

It was a dream when Aimee had died. The memory was frozen into my memory-the blood running down her temple, and falling into that pool of blood that had soaked her body, the heavy, metallic smell of the dark scarlet liquid, and the dread, anxiety, and despair engulfing my heart. I had noticed her chestnut hair was to her face with sweat and red plasma, while her gunmetal blue eyes were hollow and grief-stricken. Doctors were rushing around, trying to salvage her life, nurses were bustling in and out of the room, and assistants were frantically grabbing materials, but all I payed attention to was the decelerating beats of Aimee’s heart, and within each slackening pulse, my heart gave out desperate emotions.

“I’m going to kill you.” It’s a threat. A threat he will, most likely carry out, but there’s something in his expression that tells me differently. It’s something that doesn’t make sense with his personality. It’s fear. A fear I know all to well. Fear that he’ll be left here to die and no one will care. The same kind of fear I’ve experienced.

In 2016, there were over 64,000 drug related deaths. My dad was sadly one of them.

“Wake up,” Josie Said to me as she pulled the comforter off of my bed.

I wanted to go into the school, i wondered why? There was a gun fired, I ran in unnoticed by all the screaming people that ran away from the man. More were fired, 4 bullets, worst outcome: 4 corpses. I made my way through the crowd and saw him shoot another down. About to fire I grabbed the gun and redirected the shot to the wall. Then I gripped his arm tightly and flipped him over, into the floor. I looked down at him as he struggled and pointed the gun at me. I took the gun away and pointed at him in return, he froze then began to stand. He raised his fist to fight I shot him right in the head without a blink. It took awhile for all of them to register what had just happened. I dropped the gun and stepped on it, to reveal shattered. The police

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.

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.

Every morning I still wake up thinking that she is there drinking her tea in her room , watching tv. Then suddenly the truth comes rushing up to me and I realize that it is just a dream hanging around me still, and a cold despair fall upon me. I feel empty inside. My mother’s death was a really sobering experience I’ve passed through. It was the most devastating loss in my life.