Personal Narrative: Olivia's Death

I never thought that anyone would miss me. Everybody only saw me on Sundays and nobody except maybe Olivia seriously considered me their best friend. I cut off all communication to my colleagues back at my old church. I waited for a call, an email, or anything that showed that they were thinking about me. I never thought that I would be the one hurting, that I would wake up each morning without the motivation to try to pursue anything but eating, school, and sleeping. What was the point anyway? In my eyes there was no such thing as a genuine friendship. Everyone was as fake as plastic, smiling through their teeth. It was like a select few were part of a winning team, constantly in the limelight; everyone else who didn't get picked for the team sat on the sidelines, watching them have fun. Nobody cared if I was dead or alive and if they did, they certainly didn’t try to find out. It was as if I was erased from history. I became as dull as a tree, surviving, but without emotion. I slowly fell into the bleakness that was becoming my reality. …show more content…
The pastor repeated the same sermons every year, the children’s program was evidently declining, and none of us felt like we had belonged. We had heard of many people who had started attending another church in our area. My parents decided to visit one Wednesday evening, the day after my birthday. It was Youth Group for me and kids club for my brother. I relentlessly tried to convince my parents that it was better to just stay home. You can’t argue with my parents though, no matter how hard you try. Once they had their minds made up, there was no turning back. I should have already learned that, but still I argued my