Personal Narrative: Waiting To Die

Waiting to die is one of the oddest sensations a person will endure. As I sat, with an unreasonable amount of opiate substance in my body, I began to ponder what brought me to this junction of life and why I had chosen it. The response was simple, It was my birthright. I had been born under a bad sign, during a storm, to a cursed soul. It was my fate. I realized that as I had waived in and out of consciousness. I was damned

My mother was a dope fiend. My father was an atrocity as well. They had one mutual interest, Heroin. My mother bestowed the moniker after her vice of choice. She had said it was the only thing she had ever loved. I cannot decide if she was talking about me or the tar she belittled herself for. My father liked to party, …show more content…
Our house was a large number of people packed into a small place. The boys, who had more than one person in a bedroom, would be able to have privacy. This would also lessen the consistent turmoil. Since I was the easiest going and most nonconfrontational of the brood, I agreed. But not only that, I wanted to reconnect with my brother, to feel what he had felt and why he had repeatedly committed public masochism.There I had discovered the secret, in a small bit of foil, in a black, ceramic coffin with the words "pothead" engraved into the …show more content…
I was aware of how the process went, I had just never been able to be daring enough to commit the act that had been a lifelong label of my discomfort. At that moment I was heartbroken and not sure how to proceed. Shane had been the only sibling and family member who was not abusive towards me in one form or another and would go out of his way to rectify any circumstances that he felt were inappropriate. And he was not unjustified, this made my loyalty to him even stronger. And without my big brother to protect me, I was sitting in the open for the horrific abuses to begin