Personal Narrative Essay: The Sadness Will Last Forever

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The Sadness Will Last Forever
It was like lightning had pierced through my head. My heart was burning, I could feel hatred in it. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I felt the need to do it. Blood, pain, silence. My vision blurs. He looks at me in horror, mouth wide open. I couldn’t help but grin slyly. But soon, my grin turned into a frown, it hurts. Dreadfully.

I hurriedly made my way home. My head still ringing, but I could deal with it, I don’t mind if I die anyway.
A little painful … tired ….
I love this part of the day. Where I can take a rest in this heartless, complicated world.

A murmuring sound wakes me up.
“You have severe blood loss, you must go to the hospital”
It’s the police. They grab me into the car, taking me to a hospital, instructing me to lie …show more content…

Why is it considered so reckless?
My life is nothing but disappointment. I trudge miserably back home; like I always do.
My house feels particularly empty. I cannot deal with it, I have to do something. I must leave this place. I feel so melancholy. It was deliberate, but I dreamt it for years. I aim the gun at my chest.
“Bang!”
thud
Blood, pain, silence. Just like that day...

“What has happened to you? You’re bleeding! Everywhere!”
I wake up to see my brother.
“Why are you here?”
“I came to apologise. The words I said to you. But look what happened? Why is there blood everywhere?’
“Theo, you know I had always desired for this. You know how hard it is for me,” The truth came out.
“No one buys art from a sick, insane man. I can’t do this.” The sad, sad truth.

He hugs me. The comfort he gives me, something I haven’t felt in ages. My eyes trickle with tears, salty drops that heavily drench my shirt. Depression is a gruesome, painful killer that was gradually ruining me. And today is the day I am totally destroyed by it. My eyes feel heavy, my heartbeat slows down.
‘I am Vincent Van Gogh, an unknown artist that no one acknowledged’. July 29, 1890, Tuesday

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