A Curse and a Gift :: Personal Narrative Death Papers

A disgust and a GiftHe stands in the dark, lingering. Always linger. Faceless, but his cold, baneful eyes illuminate from the depth of the abyss. Hes gone now. My solicitude is diverted to a lonely, deserted road. Theres no characteristic of life anywhere. Its pitch dark and Im walking. I dont know where Im going, but I have to get out of this darkness. A cold, unsettling breeze emerges from a warm, spends night. I feel chills rising through and through my spine. Somethings wrong. I walk for a considerable amount of time. Finally, out of nowhere I see a speck of light. I get closer. A disconsolate crowd stands in a circle with their heads down, as if at a funeral. Two cars, a red Pontiac Firebird, and a silver Toyota Celica, had lost retard and gotten into a terrible collision. They look familiar. I force my way through the spellbound, immobile crowd. My heart beat fastens to a thousand beats per minute. I drop to my knees in hysteria. Kelvin Kelvin Not you too entertain dont do this to me He lays there. Face up towards a glorious sky. There are millions of stars out tonight. But I harbort noticed them. He just lays there. His hands folded and resting on his thigh, he lays in a pool of blood, on the dry, brown earth. He hasnt suffered any substantial physical injuries from what I can see. He looks peaceful, so peaceful, in eternal repose. I can unagitated recognize him. Hes 61, with a dark, chocolate complexion, an athletic build and a handsome face. He is my brother. Claudia, a close friend of mine, comes up to me in tears. She puts her arms around me and says Im so sorry. She and Kelvin, both gallant thrill-seekers were racing. She has survived the collision. My brother is gone. I woke up sweating and distraught, in tears. My heart was still racing. I frantically recited psalm 23, the Lords Prayer. After that, I grabbed the television remote which I had placed under my collection of thrust animals and turned on the television to Cartoon Network. To m and Jerry was being showed. I reached for my journal which lay next to the remote on my bed, and began to write.Imagine losing your uncle, first cousin and a very close family friend in one year. come apart yet, imagine losing four people that are very dear to you in a three year time span.