Personal Narrative: Jubal Lafourche's Life

In easeful-death I roamed; a soul lost to Damnation, doomed to roast in Purgatory forever and ever. I knew that dead was what I was and that Purgatory was where I was, because my father would always yell, ‘Damn your soul to Purgatory’ when he was mad at someone, and he was mad at me. The fear of his wrath was what had always kept me in line, but not this time; this time, I was willfully disobedient.
Many a time he warned me that if he ever caught me fraternizing with those heathens in Tidewater Bayou that he would beat me within and inch of my life; I had intentionally ignored his warning not to go to old Nanny Rue’s house in the Bayou.
Nanny Rue was an old, black woman that told futures and mixed potions for folks who’d come seeking her advice or her assistance with personal matters or matters of the heart, their health, or in general they just needed to know something- and I needed to know about Jubal.
Jubal Lafourche is my best friend in the whole world; he has been since we were in the first grade. No one knows where Jubal is. Neither his maw nor any of his twelve brothers and sisters either. After having talked with his kin, I knowed for sure that something was wrong. They themselves, even said that it wasn’t like Jubal to just disappear, especially after we had made plans to go fishing.
That was last Friday when we
Even his folks don’t act like they think it suspicious that their next to the youngest boy has just gone missing, but maybe they don’t know Jubal like I know Jubal either. Him and me are tight, we always have been. I don’t think there is anything that he don’t know about me or me about him. That’s why I know something is terribly wrong for him just to disappear like that. He wouldn’t run off without telling me; he would’ve probably wanted me to go with him if he was running away. We do everything together… tell each other everything