Personal Narrative: Death Will Allow Teenagers Into Adulthood

One beautiful, quiet Saturday night in September I was tossing and turning in bed which is quite surprising for me. I didn’t think too much about it and eventually I managed to drift off to sleep. Little did I know that this would be one of the last nights I considered myself a kid and that in the next twelve hours I would be thrown unexpectedly into adulthood. When I was woken by my mom gently shaking me awake, my groggy eyes noticed she was accompanied by my brother and my dad. A very unexpected occurrence. My brain didn’t have time to process what was going on before my mom hugged me and said, with a choked voice, that my best friend Marquis had died. With those words, my youth was terminated.
My heart sank and my family tried to comfort
Once we got there, we were surrounded by Marquises’ friends and we started telling each other how we found out what had happened. We also started telling our favorite stories about him to finally get a smile out of each other. When we were laughing about how much of a goofball he was, I realized It hadn't been more than twelve hours since a part of me died. Until that moment, I never realized how death can throw teenagers into adulthood when they might not be ready. I sure as hell wasn't. Losing him destroyed a part of me. I felt like it completely changed me as a person and ever since that fateful day, I'm afraid to lose things.
Undeniably death makes teenagers grow up faster than expected. I lost my best friend and it made me deal with an adult issue when I wasn't ready. I don’t know if anyone is ever ready to accept death, but life throws us under a bus sometimes and makes you deal with it. When you are grieving like I was, you will think, I wished I never knew the person so I wouldn't have to go through the pain, but, “'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” (Tennyson, Alfred). No matter how sad Marquis’s death was, I’m glad I had the chance to know