Personal Narrative-Death Funeral

As I lay here in this dark coffin, I slowly start to realize how close I am to death. My breathing slowly becomes exceedingly shallow and rigid and I feel as if every breath I attain is my last. As my breathing slows down so does the beating of my heart. The faith and hope I once had in someone finding me seems to be disappearing. I now truly understand what hopelessness feels like. While I lay here Ican’t help but recall the events that led me here.
It started one night while walking home from a late double shift at work I felt as if I was being followed. I attempted to calm my nerves by telling myself it was just my imagination. But the sensation of someone following me became to intensify. As this sensation intensified my body quickly became more rigid and my heartbeat began beat faster, Soon the beating of my heart was the only sound I could hear. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my neck and my vision slowly began to blur. My body suddenly began to feel weak and heavy and a sudden desire to sleep came over me.I suddenly heard someone whisper,” You are finally mine. You and every person you know will finally feel the pain , the sorrow, and …show more content…
My heart is now beating awfully slow that it feels as if it isn 't beating at all. All faith and hope I once possessed are now gone, but replaced with the acceptance of death. Suddenly I hear a commotion, but I know it is just my imagination playing tricks on me. But the sound of sirens and shouting sounds so vivid that part of me hopes this isn’t my imagination. The fraction of hope I posses inspires me to beat against the coffin door. But my body quickly becames too tired and too weak, and all I want to do is succumb to this awful fate. Finally my heart begins to beat its final beats and I begin to take my final breath. I slowly close my eyes and welcome the freedom of death. But sudenlly, I hear someone scream.”I’ve found