Personal Narrative-I M Insane

This story begins with a girl in bed sleeping, It 's very silent not a sound to be heard. I’m sitting on a chair next to her bed glaring blankly at her. I thought to myself she looks cold, but I did nothing not wanting to move so I continued to stare at her. By now you think I’m insane sitting next to a girl 's bed staring at her, and from the context you’ve either read this from or heard it from I understand why you’d think I’m insane. Yet I’m not alone staring at her there are many more people in rows behind me glaring at her yet they 're not insane, slow music begins to play on a piano as a man in a robe walk to the front and starts speaking to the crowd very loudly. The girl doesn 't wake up and I wonder If she 's a heavy sleeper. Then everyone stands and looks to the floor the man in the front

The people sit down most of them huddled together crying on one another. The music gets louder as the piano player glares down at the keys ignoring the crowd. “For it was not her time to die!” The man in front says loudly this was the only thing I made of his words through my tears. Two men walk out and close the lid over her bed and pick her bed up her still inside and walk out many people fall to the floor crying and many run outside in tears. Once the meeting ends. A years later I go to a field full of stones one said her name, 1 year after the meeting theres boy lying next to her stone crying with flowers in his hand, He begins to talk all I could make out where the words “I should’ve been there for you” the boy lays there crying and I just stare, I don’t help I just stare. I then look back and walk away whisper to myself “goodbye.” said so quietly no one could ever here. I’m the man of the book, the man who leaves you with no reply to your requests you fold your hands and bow on your knees wanting me to say something to you but I cannot I don’t know why but maybe you’ll meet me like this girl did. You lying in a coffin with pain of your loved ones