Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death And Suicide

It was 5 years ago today my parents died in a horrible car crash. I watched it all when I was just 12. My mother was hanging out of the windshield with blood everywhere, and my father was maybe ten feet away from the car. They were pronounced dead at the scene. Dr.Minnick, who did the autopsy, said that they would have lived if their seatbelts were on. The cause of the crash was never identified, but I knew why. I was a very spoiled child when my parents were alive. They gave me everything I wanted. Both my mother and father were surgeons; my mother the chief of general surgery, and my father the chief of neurology. I guess you could say my family was wealthier than most. I was screaming because I didn't want to go to school that day, and …show more content…
My father was thrown completely out, and it was like my life flashed before me but nothing happened to me other than a broken arm. As I crawled out of my car seat I walked toward my mother and then my father, and sat down beside him. His head was bleeding and I knew he needed a CT scan and fast>i looked for one of my parents phones when i had finally found the phone I knew it was too late my father had to have been dead the bleed was strong and I was guessing he had bled into his brain. When the ambulance finally came I told them what had happened and rode to the hospital with my dead parents. When I got to the hospital i had to sit with Dr.Grey until the social worker came, she also put a blue cast and got me it kinda hurt but it wasn't to bad i was confused because he was a tall man that looked like he had just gotten back from lunch with the guys at the club. Dr.Grey told the man what happened to my parents and that i had no family. They talked for about an hour and then we left he had a very nice car a camaro jet black leather seats black interior and an awesome sound system. We drove to my house to get clothes and personal …show more content…
He took me into a room at the end of the hall there was a door that he knocked three times and opened the door the room had a golden tabel with 12 seats, every seat had god or goddess in it they stared at me with joy in their eyes. They all greeted me the very same way a handshake and exchange of names they already knew my name. They pulled up a thirteenth seat and told me to sit i thought it was a little shady that there was men and women sitting at a round table acting like there were ancient greeks but i was polite and sat. they began to tell me that i was going to become a god my mothers great great grandfather was zeus and that every two generations there's a new god or goddess in the family even stronger than the rest and that was me… “Ena” yes gg-pop (zeus) it's time for your afternoon training zeus exclaimed as we walked out of the house and to the shed i told him about my morning training and how i beat Olimpos grandson, he cried, that a girl. When we got to the shed he opened the door and we walked in and walked out into the beautiful country of thornhill. Were every youngling dose his or her training I’m only 16 years of age. But im probably at an 18 year old level fast