Personal Narrative: My Father's Bride

I’m sweating. I’m deaf. I’m lame. I’m guilty. You might be wondering what I am talking about. Well it goes back about two weeks ago, I am walking with a friend whom I have grown up by, just having a lovely day. “Henry”, my friend says to me,”I have some wonderful news.” “Oh what is it?” I ask wondering what the grand news might be. “I am to wed next month,” he announces. “That is wonderful,” I exclaimed,” Who is the lucky bride?” “You will soon see my friend,” he says mysteriously.
I spend the rest of the day pondering on whom the lucky bride will be. I often ask and guess some names, but he keeps on saying, ”Be patient my friend. Be patient.” Finally we arrive to a little house south of Paris, and my friend knocks on the door. …show more content…
William on the other hand was as drunk as ever and that is just as I wanted it. After the party I started to take William back to his house, but I really was taking him to an old house that no one bothers anymore for one reason or another. I brought him inside and then commenced with the pain. As he walked into the house completely unaware, I pulled out the knife. He saw the blade gleaming in the moonlight, and began to fight back. William was too delirious to fight back with his full strength, so I easily threw him on the ground. I quickly got on his back and began to stab, and didn’t stop until finally I cut his throat. It was the first time I felt the warm, wet, oozing blood of another living man. As he bled I saw his life leave him and it was over. “I DID IT,” I yell out to the jury,”I killed him!I Killed my best friend for a woman! Damn me! Damn me to hell!” “You are hereby pronounced guilty,” The judge announces, “And are sentenced to death by beheading for the murder of William!” I have seen beheadings before. They take a large machine with a large blade that is pulled up with a rope. The convict's neck is then placed in a hole and the blade is released. The head comes clean off. It’ll be a quick death at least. It is the least I …show more content…
When the police brought me to the morgue they showed me a bloody, dismembered, and half-eaten pulp of what was left of William. I tried my best not to smile and even though I killed him, a cold chill went up my spine. When I was in my cell, ready to be executed, I pondered about the happenings of the last month. I realized that I lost my sanity, over what? My best friend marrying the girl that I was going to propose to. I cried over spilt milk practically. A knock on the bars, and snaps me out of a daze. “You have a visitor,” the warden said. Sophie walks into my cell. I stand up and flatten my clothes. “Sophie,” I say surprised, “I thought you wouldn’t come at all.” “I know,” she says, “Are you going to be okay.” “I have two hours left of my life and my only thought is guilt,” I say, “You must hate me.” “Why would I hate you?” she says, “You are my oldest friend, I would never hate you.”
I just start crying. “Why did you do it, though?” she asks. “I don’t know why,” I complain, ”I guess I was just jealous.” “Why would you be jealous,” she says. “I don’t care anymore,” I cry. “I was going to propose to you, but William did first and I… I… oh god, I killed