Personal Narrative

The sight of a large building stood in front of my face. The door there waiting for me to enter, and my heart beating as fast as it could. Suddenly my feet start to walk towards the entrance and I enter the hospital. The smell so vigorous, with the screams, and pains of many lying in the hands of death. I walked, I feared, I thought, I saw my friends dead corpse.

Tears rolling down my eyes as rain pouring down on the ground and my lips shut with no words describe the feeling. There she lay with half of her body covered in blood, surrounded by crying relatives, and my eyes to spot her hand in which she was holding a necklace given to her by me on her birthday, which she promised to cherish. The thought of living without her frightened me. The funeral was held the second day of her death. At the funeral people dressed in white and black , crying and mourning over their precious. After the funeral I found out that she died in a plane crash. My parents talked to her parents about how she used to love me. I run away and start to cry behind a tree trying to hide the feeling inside and a warm hand touched my shoulder.

As I turn around to see who it was, I see a familiar face. Its my cousin brother. He was to get married to my friend since they were already engaged. As I see the tears in his eyes they remind me of the happiness in his eyes when the two were together. He asked me why I was crying and I ran up to wrap my arms around him. He asked again why was everyone crying? I didn't understand what he meant, wasn't it obvious why everyone was crying. He told me something I will never forget in my life. He told me that "just because someone leaves this world doesn't mean they will never be with you, you should always remember them in your heart and keep them alive in this world." His words touched my heart and I thought about all the people in this world who are living through many pains without any help or someone to walk besides them.

After three years I see myself sitting in my room with my best friend's picture and tears rolling down my eyes. I was13 years old then, and my friend was19yrs old, but we still used to be best friends and treated each other as though we were sisters. Today instead of remembering the tragic day of her death, I think about the few happy times we had together and how they affected my life.

I now work at the hospital part time today making all the young kids happy. I share my happiness with many others who have had nothing but sorrow all their life. Their happiness brings back the smile on my face.