Narrative Essay On Julius Caesar

(Creative Essay)
It felt strange walking into the Senate house that day, like there was something in the air. I couldn't tell if it was a good something or a bad something, it was just different. Well, I guess today was going to be a different day as well. Today could be a game changer here in Rome. It wasn't just a normal Senate meeting, it was a meeting that could change the city for good. For good or for bad, I’d yet to find out until everything is said and done.
I remember coming in the Senate House for the first meeting only a few months prior to now. I had just been appointed to serve on the Senate. That day there was a nervous energy in the air when I walked into room that day. Some friends had welcomed me that day with many handshakes
The air felt tense and anxious. I started to get nervous, I felt myself shift in my seat. “Calm yourself young one,” said the senator to my right, “it will all be right in the end.” “We can only hope, my friend” I said with a slight smile. Caesar talked for a short while before the main conspirators, minus Brutus, started to slowly approach the stand, very nonchalantly. I could see Casca twiddling the knife next to his side, waiting to strike. Then everything started to move in slow-motion. Casca says something, pulls out his knife and stabs Caesar, setting of some sort of domino effect. One after one, every senator would take a jab from every angle, front, side, and back were all targets for a knife. I came behind him and struck him in between the shoulder blades. I took my knife out and moved out of the line, almost as if this was a sort of game. I stood back and watched as the final person came up to finish the job, it was none other than Brutus. Caesar said one final quiet phrase to Brutus, and then he was finally dead. Julius Caesar of Rome had been killed by his own men, in his own realm, and by his best friend. The air then felt heavy and thick, as the smell of murder lingered for many minutes after