The Great Gatsby Personal Narrative

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“Something About Nick” There’s something about the exact moment when you hear something bad has happened that breaks your heart. It feels as if it were a literal break instead of just a metaphor. The moment when those words come out of a mouth, whether it is someone else’s mouth, or your own, I feel as if daggers are stabbing through my entire body. All of your energy and strength sinks to the floor followed by your body. I will never forget that day. The day after my birthday. I drove home from a regular night at work, smelling like the french fries and burgers that I served to the Wendy’s guests just half an hour earlier. It wasn’t that late, only 10 pm. The lights were still on downstairs, which meant my mother wasn’t quite in bed yet. I walked into the front door and looked into the empty living room. The bathroom door was closed, so I went upstairs to grab a pair of pajamas before I took my shower. …show more content…

I had totally given up on the idea of being fixed. I sat alone in my room just hoping no one would bother me. I pulled out the program from Nick’s funeral, and looked through it for the millionth time that week. Tears started welling in my eyes as I opened it, and looked on the inside cover. I had seen the letter that was written many times before, but this time reading it was different. My aunt, his mother, wrote a letter to everyone who was there. She didn’t have the emotional strength to talk out loud. She spoke of the wonders of the atonement, and how she knew Heavenly Father needed Nicholas more up in heaven, which is why he was here for such a short time. She knew she was going to see him again, and even though she didn’t imagine things going this way, and she was still sad, she knew that everything would be alright. Nicholas would be part of their family forever. I was being so selfish, and hateful, when the woman who suffered most was positive. She was his mom, and I was dumb enough to feel sorry for

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