Personal Narrative: Crossing Monkey Bars

A wise man once said "Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward." It was 7:10 Friday evening and I was on the phone with my boyfriend; his name was Jalen, we were planning to meet each other that evening at the park, which was located near train tracks, but plans changed dramatically. Last thing I told him was , " I love you Jalen!" 7:15 came and the phone hung up while I was talking to him. I felt my heart drop so I began to run to the train tracks; as I was running to the train tracks there was the sound of the train blowing its horn multiple times and coming to a forced stop. In a matter of time I stepping onto the train tracks, screaming Jalen's name,

Walking to the park, all emergency vehicles have been swarming in going towards the train tracks. I sat down on the bench, because my legs became very weak, I pondered on if I should go back to the train tracks; reason being, the emergency vehicles were over there for a lasting amount of time. When I made it back to the train tracks, the police officer yelled, " You should not be up here if you don’t know what is going on!" I responded, "I was supposed to meet my boyfriend up here. All question began, the police officer asked me; What did he look like? What kind of clothes was he wearing? What does his hair look like? How many tattoos did he have? What were the tattoos? That is how the EMT attempted to identify him, from what I told the police. At that moment, I knew that Jalen had gotten killed because of the repetition of the questions and how frequent they

When he got to my house; my mother came outside and the police officer explained to my mom, that there was a possibility that it was my boyfriend, and that I had to wait for him to be identified and I began to get heavy hearted. While time was passing I begun to get frantic; I started calling all hospitals and each and every one of them said: "There is no Jalen Roper in our system." That is then, when I dropped to my knees and begged for it to not be real, and I was on the phone with my grandmother, and I have never heard my granny cry before. That night was the night my granny cried for my pain and cried because I was crying. It was 11:00 in the night and I went back to the train tracks to meet his cousin and his best friend. Reality has yet to hit me, and I still believed that he did not get hurt so I went to go find out by