Personal Narrative: To Be Alone

I just want to be alone. Mom tries to hold it together for my sake, but I can see the pain in her eyes. Even as a ten-year-old, I know what happened when, two days ago, my dad left in the car and never made it back home. A car crash sent me into this spiral of depression. Just a mistake, an accident, but I can’t even think about what happened. I need to leave this house, because every memory of my dad sends me into a whirlwind of emotions. Everything here reminds me of him; the log cabin, the hunting magazines, and even the hat sitting on the coat rack. Despite all these other things, that hat brought back more memories than a photograph would. He wore it to work every morning, but would always let me borrow it at the end of the day. “Mom, I’m going outside to play, so I’ll come back inside in a while,” I said. “Okay honey, bring Bernie with you and stay close to the house. It’s too foggy for me to see the docks, so don’t go by the lake.” Regardless of her reminder, I never planned on leaving Bernie alone in the house, but to satisfy her, I replied that I would. As my dog and best friend, Bernie the St. Bernard never leaves my side, no matter where I go. Since we grew up together and nothing can separate us. I pulled my leather jacket on over my gray sweater, because at this time in the fall, I can never predict …show more content…
Something floated out on the water in the distance. It could be a sailboat or maybe a speedboat, either way I stood up for an improved view of it. Bernie lazily stayed in his spot, more interested in taking a nap. It moved just out of view, and I only needed to move a little bit further out. I stood on my tip toes and leaned slightly farther. As I leaned, I felt my momentum shift forward, and my insides went numb. I could feel my heart freeze as my mind caught up to the situation. I tried to regrip my feet backwards, but nothing would stop me or catch me now. I was falling into the