Personal Narrative: Notifying The Earth Of Recent Death

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Chapter One
The EMTs zipped up Mother's body bag, sobs wracked my body, angry screams echoed loudly in my ears. People began anxiously looking my way, only then did I realize the screams had come from me. Upon standing up, the sky darkened, notifying the Earth of the recent death. My shrill screams were drowned out by the pounding rain… At some point I was dragged inside, fed soup and dried off. The events after were blurry, almost as if I was watching a badly filmed movie.

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