The Fight-Personal Narrative

It was a cold windy night when I found them. They had gotten off of work earlier than usual that day. The morning forecast had lied that it was going to be a clear sunny day. Around 4 o’clock the sky darkened to a menacing shade of dark gray. A loud clap and a streak of lightning cracked the sky into pieces. Neither of them would have noticed though. The older man in his 5o’s with a body that couldn’t hide the muscles of built-up years of perfected fighting training would have been in the gym stretching and strengthening his muscles to prepare for the next scheduled fight in a days time. A fight the man would never compete in or any other fight after that day. The woman around the same age of as the man might have noticed the change in weather …show more content…
It took the phrase till death do us part to a whole different level. My head didn't lower nor did my lip quiver as I took a large step over the couple and continued walking at the same pace as before. I would leave them there for the police to find tomorrow. These people, now corpses, would offer no new insight to me and it would be foolish to wait for them to give me anything. They are dead now: my parents were gone and there is nothing I could do to bring them back. A sudden flash across the sky and a loud long thunderous roar boomed in synch with the shattering of my heart as I accepted that from that day on I was orphan. My throat didn't tighten as I swallowed planning out how I would survive in the dark alleys of New York and the rest of my whole life in general. I promised myself that night that no matter what happens I would live long and that I would live my life to the fullest in the way that I want and to avenge them to not make my parents’ death a waste. Even back then I knew without a doubt that my parents' death was my fault and they died to have me spared. I was reborn a new person that day and years afterward showed