Personal Narrative: One Week Later

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Dude, I cried my eyes out as I wrote this chapter. Like, the struggle is real! I'm sorry if it's short, I can't really see what I'm typing with tears in my eyes..... WARNING: Everything that happens in this is NOT True and fictional  One Week Later..... The tears rushing out of my eyes were on nonstop. I then felt a pair of arms wrap around me trying to comfort me, but failing. I looked up to into this mystery person's eyes. I was greeted with soft sea green eyes tears brimming at the bottom as a few slipped. His eyes were full of pain as this was his best friend, my brother, laying in that coffin after fighting for his life until the devil decided to take him away. For the past week I lay in bed drowning in my sorrows as Liam,…show more content…
That's what we are; one big whole. Without one the rest of us are just empty shells with nothing. We needed each other more than we possibly thought we did. We depended on one another for everything. ************* That night was filled with laughter and joy of just me and my favorite boys, the ones I called my family. It was the last time we were all together having the time of our lives. As a family. Flashback Over~ I was soon pulled out of my thoughts as I felt rain drops hit my bare skin. I unhooked my umbrella as fast as I could as my hands trembled. I lifted it above my head before the rain started to pick up and fall faster, but was still light. I watched in terror as both Blaine's and Chris' coffins were lowered into the ground. Blaine was placed below my parents' graves as Chris' was right beside Blaine. Chris and Blaine's love was ever lasting, all the way to their last breath. Till death due them…show more content…
I turned on my heals walking away as fast as I could. In the distance I could hear my name being called over and over again, thus, only gaining speed, so much speed I started to run. I ran down the path and out the cemetery, round the corner, and down the sidewalk until I was in front of our apartment building. My breathing was taken in short breaths as I ran up the stairs, too impatient to even wait for the elevator. I ran up the eight flights of stair, not caring for the obvious ache in my calves and thighs burning in my legs. My triceps and biceps burn as I pull my weight up the stairs with the help of the hand rail. I bust through the stairway door as my gaze fell on the number of my apartment door. I hadn't realized I had been crying this whole time, only realizing this after I slammed up against the door to open it. I pulled out my keys with shaking hands. I fumbled with the bunched up keys in my hands searching for the right ones as the tears stream down my face. (Ha! Tears steam! Get it? Ha! Ha. Oh, forget

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