Personal Narrative: My Father Committed Suicide

Decent Essays
Alex Barraclough
Mr.Pfarrer
English 101, per 9
22 September 2015
On Friday October 4th 2013 I arrived home from school, my agenda consisted of watching netflix and playing video games, I didn't expect my mother to come to me and say ”Your father committed suicide” I paused in perplexity. At that moment I began to question myself. How can this have happened? How could my my own blood have done such a thing? I laid there, numb of all feeling, buried my face into a pillow, and entered a deep state of depression. The feelings of confusion, anger, despair, and inconsolability stood over me as if they congealed into a being that constantly followed me. Months after, I was forced to go through my father's possessions with my mother; I uncovered books,

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