A Lifeless Narrative

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As I open my eyes, I was surprised to be awakened by my dog hopping on my bed, rather than my annoying phone alarm. A loud grunt escapes me, but I continue to get up out of bed. After getting ready, I made sure to bring my dog outside. “Max! Catch!” I shouted as I threw the bright, neon yellow tennis ball. I loved my dog. Between the fighting between my parents and stress from school, he was the only thing that kept me happy. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, I heard the loudest, and most tragic honk I would probably ever hear. “MAX! WATCH OUT!” I rushed over, tears streaming down my face. The car continued on, without even bothering to stop. Once it passed by, I look over to see my dog lying there. Lifeless, and empty, along …show more content…

I still had hope. I knew that everything happened for a reason, and if Max was meant to be alive, he would be okay. We went to the car, both with tears down our face. Instead of going to work or school, we headed to the vet. I knew he would be okay. I sat in the passenger seat of the car, dreading what was to come, but nothing could be worse than what already has. Max was laying in my lap, and I didn’t know what I would do without him. All I could see was his lifeless face staring back at me. A part of me felt guilty for not watching him carefully, but I also knew that there probably wasn’t anything I could have done to stop him from running. After the long, terrifying car ride, we eventually approached the vet. I wanted to sit in the car, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself if it was bad news. My mom convinced me to go in, and I sat there, my emotions numb. I couldn’t get myself to actually go in, so I sat in the waiting room. After what felt like years of waiting, I saw my mom walk out. Her face told me all I needed to know. It was bad …show more content…

I pried my eyes open, and proceeded to get ready. My mom and I headed out, anxious and excited. I walked in the room, spotting him immediately. He was weak, but alive, and that was all I cared about. When we got home, I locked myself into my room. Not because I was angry or upset, but just because that’s what my daily routine has become. That’s just what happens when you get used to repeating something every day. Later in the day, we got a phone call, which was unexpected, since people usually text rather than calling. I ignored it, but that was my first mistake. I heard immediate bawling and I didn’t need to hear anything else to know what happened. That was it. He was gone. My dad soon came home, and learned the unfortunate news. Max held us all together and now that he was gone, I knew my life was just about to get worse than I could ever imagine. The days after were silent. But something I never thought would happen did. My family grew stronger, and slowly but surely, the fighting stopped, and everyone was happy. Of course I missed Max, but like I said, everything happens for a reason, and I truly believe this is

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