Essays on Death and Suicide - Death Happens :: Personal Narrative Essays

Death Happens   Br another(prenominal)s and babes are rarely friends. Perhaps comrades and confidants, plane inseparable- unless rarely do they actually agree.   Take my sister and me, for example she knew how, in my eyes, chocolate had no rival in the bliss stakes, so shed grasp until she knew I was salivating (every hour or so) and shed filch it and feed it to our abjectly satisfying dog. She loathed grunge music, so I, in retaliation, would play my raucous selection until it reverberated transfer the walls.   You get the idea.   But we were the only two girls in the family, you see, and very close. Although we betrayed for each one others secrets on a daily basis we smooth told each other everything. Young and naive.   When I was almost four, I remember her gloating close to her new boyfriend. I was indignant, invidious, so I got a boyfriend in revenge. Phantom phone calls, withered flowers in the mailbox, love notes posted to my door...until she inst al out Jerome didnt exist. I never did live that experience down.   Five, six, pick up sticks...the era of the bike. She got off her training wheels before me, so I let her tires down.   Seven, eight, stay up late...by nine, it was boys germs, girls germs...and according to me, my brothers had them with a vengeance. According to them, even germs would perish if they touched me.   Nine, ten, friends again. I got pocket money that year, and I bought my own chocolates, but no matter how carefully I concealed them, the dog endlessly enjoyed them more often than I did.   Just before her thirteenth birthday, my sister started walking funny, sticking her chest out and squeezing her behind in. Shed get a line at Mother cryptically, and ignored me completely. One day I plunge a tape measure discarded on her bedroom floor, and still I had no idea.   It was only when I found two triangles held in concert by a bit of elastic that I finally fill up in the jigsaw.   I t grew worse...she became moody...always yelling or bursting into tears. When I asked Mother what was happening, she said ominously, Your sisters a woman now.   How come she got to be a woman, while I was stuck macrocosm a girl?   Then, I discovered the opposite sex and knew what she meant. My God, he LOOKED at me?