Personal Narrative Essay: A Deep, Dark Sky

A Deep, Dark Sky

One decision. One mistake. That’s when it started. It was November of 2009. The day started normal. I got up and proceeded to get ready for another Friday of 3rd grade. The school day was well and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I came home and got my dance things ready. I went to the kitchen and had a snack while watching Disney. Later that day, I got ready for dance and soon my friend Mackenzie came over, we then set off.

The day was blue skies and chilly; an ideal autumn day. Though, when we left for dance the sky was deeply dark. Mackenzie and I were almost to the car when we heard commotion behind us from my dad, brother, and dog. My dad decided to let Rocky, a one year old puppy, out with no leash. Of course

You could barely see him. So many thoughts were running through my head. I couldn’t hear the people around me screaming to get him over to us. To him it was a game, to me it was the end. Imagine a small child playing with what she thought was a toy. What was actually the opposite. Her parents screaming and wishing they didn’t make one mistake and leave it out. That’s what I was thinking. Rocky is my brother. Losing him would make me lose it.

After a couple minutes of standing and thinking, I snapped back into reality and looked around. I remember my mom was gone somewhere. I think back to that day and think, what if she were there? Would it have happened? After realizing my mom wasn’t there and wouldn’t help, I started to call after him. My small four year old brother was trying his best as well to get back his little puppy. The neighbors slowly started out of their homes to see what the hustle was about. The callings for Rocky went on for about ten minutes, until it happened.

Dance was supposed to be at 7:00pm. The time was now a few minutes over that though that didn’t matter to me or anyone else at the moment. The only thing on my mind was making sure my puppy stayed safe and came to us. Could I be sure that Rocky would be safe? Of course not. Could I imagine? Well of

My cheeks were red and stained with tears. I knew I was still crying though I couldn’t feel them, I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t hear anything. I just looked at Rocky. I then thought, as if to speak to him, “this isn’t a game. Do you see me? You aren’t supposed to do this Rocky. C’mon puppy. Come over here.” I was shaken from my frozen state by Mackenzie. She was trying to comfort me though the only thing that could do that was my Rocky. I saw that the neighbors had reappeared. Even some from behind our condo building. All these military families and adults came over with worried faces. The man was helping call Rocky over to us. One of my neighbors brought their dog out to try and get Rocky to come play. He went and smelled but left to swiftly to catch him. The game seemed to never end. I continued to cry while weakly calling out to him. My small brother was worried that I was crying though didn’t understand. I sometimes wish I was him when the incident