Personal Narrative On Suicide

After a tragic event, people often hold loved ones close, and hug them a little bit tighter, and appreciate them a little more. After seeing my big brother commit suicide, I did the exact same thing. September 23, 2009. I was on my way home from school like any other day. I saw a police car race by, I didn’t think much of it. But when the big yellow bus turned the corner there was no where to go. The whole street was swamped with police cars, ambulances and fire trucks. Every kid on the school bus had her face glued to the windows, trying to get a peek of the bright flashing lights. For them it was a show, for me… I was just confused. The bus dropped me and my neighbor off at the end of the street since there would be no way to fit through
As soon as I stepped into the front door of my house It was complete madness. There were a bunch of strangers in uniforms talking to each other and as I scanned the front hall I was in utter confusion. No one even noticed me, no one was telling me what was going on. I plopped down my bag and sprinted up the stairs. As I turned the corner, I looked over to see my brother on a stretcher and my mom clutching his arm. Splotches of blood peeked through the white bandages covering his wrists. My mom’s head jolted in my direction and I could tell she was trying not to let tears overcome her. “I didn’t expect you home from school so early. Just go to your room, you’re not in trouble. I just-- I’ll talk to you later. Don’t worry everything is gonna be ok. I love you.” She kissed my forehead and the paramedics brought them to the ambulance.
I yelled down the stairs as they were leaving, “I love you mommy and I love you Tommy!” They disappeared into the ambulance and shot down the street with the sirens echoing through the whole
He didn’t. “Well Mommy told me what happened, and I just wanted to tell you that I don’t want you to be sad anymore. I don’t want you to think that drugs will make you happy. I don’t want you to die Tommy. I want you to stay here and be my big brother. Okay? I really, really love you, and I hope that you’ll wake up and we can go climb trees again and that you can help me with my homework. I like when you do that stuff.” I sat in the room for a while. My mom left to go get Sammy, but they wouldn’t let him in because he was too young. I thought that was stupid. It was almost nine o’clock and my mom came in to tell me it was time to go, I walked up to Tommy and kissed his forehead. “Bye Tommy, tomorrow at school I’m going to draw you a bunch of pictures to hang up so when you wake up your room can be happy. And you can be happy. I looked up to my mom, she smiled at