Personal Narrative-I Lived In Manhattan, New York

I lived in Manhattan, New York. This is the city where everything happened, evil and good. Many things happened in this neighbourhood. From drug dealers selling drugs to gangs that did crimes such as stealing. Seeing blue lights in my room was something usual to me. It meant that cops had pulled through in our neighbourhood. It was mostly cold in New York. There was a freezing wind that always blew on my face and made me not to feel my nose and make my hands complain due to pain. The skies looked grey without even a bit of sunlight that passed through them. I had recently moved into a new school. It was called Tremont school. Getting used to a school was something very thought for me. That meant that you had to make new friends, getting used …show more content…
The consequences were that i started neglecting my school work. I did not care anymore of school. In the conference of the second trimester my advisor and my parents were really shocked by my school results. “What is going on with you ?” My mother said glaring at me. It is like my brain wanted me to say what was happening but my mouth refused to talk about the situation. When i arrived a home i had took an enormous decision. To get of this life on earth. It was really scary for me but i found it better than staying somewhere where i got hurt for nothing. I wrote it at night time in my small secret book. The next day was supposed to be my last day at school. I went at school. That day was a normal one. No one bothered me. I just spent a long time with my two only friends Logan and Andre because i knew it was the last day they saw me. I went back home and wrote my last words in my secret small book. I had checked the most perfect methods to end life. I grabbed a chair and took a rope that my father used to tie several stuff. I weeped a lot. Its like i had a hole in my heart that heart me and the only way to the pain was to end my