Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide

It was a bad hang gliding accident that landed me here. I was hang gliding side by side with my friend for her birthday. We rented hang gliders and brought them to the park by the beach. We had successfully got up in the air and were having an awesome time, flying with the birds in the air . The plan was to fly in the morning for about an hour, while the winds were strong, then we would play at the park and go in the water. We checked the weather on our designated day, and everything was going just as planned. Suddenly, the winds picked up. First, I lost sight of my friend Julia. I’d like to say I don’t know what happened after that, but I do know what happened, and it was horrific. First, I saw Julia’s hands slip off of her hang glider, which …show more content…
I won’t be having very diverse meals for the next few days, but I’ll survive. That should last me for now, surely a rescue boat or helicopter will come around soon to rescue me right? I wandered around for a bit, lost in thought, drinking the cool, refreshing coconut that I skillfully threw at a tree and cut open. I’ve been walking for hours now, but I figured I couldn’t have gone that far, because this island must be fairly small. Only when the last ray of sun starts to disappear, I remember, I need shelter, I need a place to sleep and rest for the night. This island could be very dangerous. Subconsciously, I start to look around, wary of every little noise or movement. The swaying palm tree fronds are monkeys swinging from trees waiting to barrage me with bananas. The bumps and curves on the trees are snakes, with beady eyes, sharp teeth, and very hungry stomachs. My mind was playing tricks on me, making me jump at every noise, seeing shadows of evil creatures, I tried to tell myself it was just an illusion, without success. Panic arises in my throat when I can’t find my shelter, I’ve been walking for at least 45 minutes, and not any sign that I’ve touched the area. I was finally too tired, I decided to just drop on the sand, forgetting about all the dangers I warned myself about. The sand was a soft cloud, warm, and comforting, hugging me with it’s soft and reassuring …show more content…
My entire body felt like I was on the sun itself. My first thought when in dire danger, was a sunburn. I had to remember to prioritize. First thing, I had to find my shelter. I felt like a bigot when just a few minutes later, I came to a stop in front of my shelter. Or, what used to be my shelter. The branches used to hold it up were dry and withered, and everything was in a pile at my feet. Slowly, I picked up the pieces of my former shelter, and started to put the pieces back together. I wanted to fall apart, collapse on the spot, I was so tired, and I was starting to get worried that no one’s coming back for me. I shoved the thought out my mind. I couldn’t bear to think about it now. My entire motivation for survival, and escaping this island, was for Julia. Watching her try to stay afloat- I had to do this for her. I vowed to get redemption. For Julia. I survived, and she didn’t, it infuriated me, she had been my friend for years, she was the nicest person I knew. It should’ve been me, not her. It was her 18th birthday. That morning, we were just talking, and she said that she was going to be a lifeguard for her summer vocation. She was always one of the fastest on the swim team, and I often went to watch her meets. I let the tears fall, after all, no one was there to tell me