Narrative Essay About Pain And Grief

I am stuck in a world of thoughts, distracted with emotions, as my pen bleeds words of sorrow. Pain and grief I seek no more as I wish to escape my surroundings evermore. -- Jose Enciso

On Tuesday, March 19, 1985, a horrific accident occurred as a fire broke out on Second and “J” Street in San Bernardino. Overnight, it instantly killed my mother, stepfather, brother, and two sisters. Because I tragically lost my entire family, it transitioned and transformed me into the person that I am today. I had spent many nights at my Aunt Joanna’s house, my mom’s sister because my stepfather, Andy, use to beat me immensely. He beat me to the point where he put me in a coma twice. Even though I survived the beatings and death, I still spent the rest of my childhood and adolescent years in a

At times, I was hit so badly that welts appeared from a leather belt or metal hanger, which was used to make their branding marks amongst my flesh. In addition, Aunt Joanna did not stop until her eyes were filled with great satisfaction, by such imprints. The pain was so intolerable that I was unable to sleep at night. I spent endless weeks in a room as if I were a prisoner living separate quarters of her home. Many times, I was kept home instead of attending school, just to hide bruises from school officials that she placed upon me. Furthermore, I went to bed hungry plenty of time as my stomach growled for food, especially when Aunt Joanna was upset, or she just felt like being a “bitch” towards me. Later, the conditions of abuse worsened because she adopted a drug addiction, and her personality became fiercer, especially when she yearned for her drugs. When she came down from her Meth high, she did not like to be bothered and was annoyed with everyone. Invariably, she inflicted her anger towards me through physical pain that was beyond normal punishment as she whipped and whaled on