Personal Narrative: A Short Story

The road was curvy and smooth but, every mile, every second felt like an eternity. The smell of grass filled my nose. I was in a basketball shirt and shoes with khakis going to say a good-bye. My breaths got quicker and shakier, my body turned ice cold and tingly. The car turned into the driveway of a large brick building—my eyesight went dizzy, no more feeling in my legs, I felt like my stomach was in my throat. The day just got hotter and hotter.
My feet hit the pavement my body was moving but my mind was everywhere. A nauseous headache moved in. Then a tall man with light grey hair opened a glass door to where I dread to go inside. My hands were sweaty, as I walked down the hallway with the red-velvet carpet underneath my feet, tan walls surrounding me, and the smell of the building was overwhelmed with death. I didn’t know what to do I started backing up. I couldn't do it. The line of sorrow was long and doleful. I kept walking with heavy feet. My body started to tremble unbearably then, the chills went from my legs into my fingertips. All I could think of was: What does she look like? Did it hurt? Why, why her? She was so pure, so kind, a sister, a daughter, a friend... why her? The line moved and it …show more content…
All dressed well, sore eyed and all her grandmother could say to me was, “ You be careful, I love you.” I have never met her grandmother before however, I believe a piece of her heart was stolen. Then with that piece she wanted to get it back so she had to open it up a little more. The woman's hug was warm although very quick like she thought I was going to shatter in a million shards. I cried more because I saw her sister running with a small boy and rather petite girl. Then I heard in the background someone said,” Her sister thinks she is just sleeping.” In my brain I was surprised a little on the other hand I was more sad for a little girl to realize her big sister is