Personal Narrative On Death

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I now know what death feels like. I know how it feels to be ripped unwillingly from the world that I spent 31 years in. The pain worse than death is how all of my memories were taken from me except for the moments in which I was murdered, and even those are fuzzy. I arrived in this place as soon as I was murdered and I have been here for days now I suspect, though i can’t tell. I keep thinking to myself that this is not what I thought would happen when I laid there waiting for death. People imagine that there is a light that you move towards as your time on Earth expires. What I experienced was quite the opposite in fact when I died it was as if i fell asleep and then suddenly awakened from a nightmare, but instead of a bed I found myself on a bench inside an abandoned subway station. …show more content…

I quickly spring to my feet, uncertain of what may lay in wait for me in the tunnel. After all the last person I met killed me, but since I'm already dead I don’t have anything to loose so I hop down from the platform onto the tracks and to my surprise a voice calls out a name. “Rick? Is that you” the voice calls out, and as soon as the man steps into the light memories flash behind my eyes and I remember who I was. Rick Perish, the detective at the NYPD, I remember my wife Caroline Perish, and I remember the man moving towards me, my

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