Narrative Essay :: Personal Narrative

DavidThe chaos from my teenage sisters birthday party was deafening. Somehow through the noise, I registered that the phone was ringing. Jumping up, my sister answered it in hopes of hearing her boyfriends voice. A look of concern and confusion crossed her face as she handed me the phone. She mouthed the word "David" as I set the receiver to my ear. Immediately I began fighting off a panic I could not yet explain. Dead. David. Crying and screaming assaulted my senses. "Hes dead. Hes dead," were all I could hear. I wondered briefly if this was someones idea of a cruel joke. But, within moments, the cold reality of this life changing nightmare set in.How could something like this sink to someone I was so close to? I had just talked to him that morning. We were supposed to meet up later to hang out like always. My heart stick out I couldnt breathe. It was like I was stuck in a bad movie and I couldnt turn it off. The tears just wouldnt stop. I had to see for myself. I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and rushed to my car.The drive to Davids house was agonizing. I could barely see the road through my tears. The whole drive my psyche was racing, trying to grasp the reality of what just happened. Once I got there and saw the ambulances, the policemen, and the look in his familys eyes it hit me like a ton of bricks. He was really gone and not coming back. Ive never seen a body bag with a real body in it. not in real life and not with one of my friends inside. But there he was surrounded by detectives as the Emergency medical technicians were loading him into the ambulance. Ill never be able to erase that image from my mind and believe me, I have tried. David was a close friend of mine. We had known each other since principal(a) school. He was the one that could make me laugh nonstop and without even trying to. I could always depend on him to lift my spirits. He had the most awesome caramel eyes that seemed liked they stared into your soul.