Dustin's Friends example essay topic

Composition One: Narration I can remember receiving the news like it was yesterday even though it feels like a lifetime since I last heard Dustin's high pitched laugh. It's still hard for me to talk about his suicide. Even though Dustin had angelic features, such as light green eyes, dark blonde hair, and a smile that would get him out of anything, he was no angel. I remember the time he shot the windows of the bus with his B.B. gun or the time he put a flower in the ditch then gave it to the bus driver. He wasn't too fond of the bus driver.

He was always the first to try something new. when we went to San Antonio for vacation, there was a cliff that over looked the water and we were all scared to jump. Well, everyone except Dustin that is. I guess that's the ironic part of his death, he was the first person almost everyone at school knew who had committed suicide. It was no later than 10: 30 when, I was sitting in my Health class.

I just opened the Health book, was flipping through the pages and I wasn't paying much attention to Coach Andree' when the intercom came on". Coach Andree'", the secretary announced". Yes", he answered". Would you please send Dara Wilson to check out?"Sure will". he responded. I got up, packed my bag, and started walking out. I smiled at my friend Beau who said "you " re so lucky".

I had no clue why I was checking out, but I knew something wasn't right. I started thinking of all the bad things that could have possibly gone wrong. I knew my brother went out the night before and he hadn't come home when we left for school that morning, so I was worried about that. Maybe something had happened to him was all that was racing through my mind. I didn't even notice that Dustin was absent that day.

I walked up the hall to the office, a walk that was prolonged by the impatience of my curiosity. I wanted to know why I was leaving, especially so early in the school day. When I got to the office, I saw my Nanny Lisa there, all I could think was something was wrong with my mom or dad. I could read the sadness on the secretaries faces. Nanny Lisa was facing towards them and all I could see was her wavy fire red hair. Once she realized I was behind her, she turned to me and said the words that changed me forever, "Dustin shot himself this morning.

Get in the car, we " re all going to the hospital". I was in shock, I didn't know what to say. As I climbed in the car, I sat next to my cousin Blair, Nanny Lisa's daughter. She knew Dustin better than any of us in the car.

They lived next door to each other for five years and were boyfriend and girlfriend for two of those years. Blair said nothing to me. Her dark green eyes were filled with tears and all I could say was "Don't worry Blair, its all going to be ok. When Dustin gets out of the hospital, you should give him a big kiss". That brought a smile to her face. While in the hospital I remember going see Dustin's Mom, Mrs. Cindy.

She was the one who found his body lying on the floor with a puddle of blood under him, a gun by him and a pillow near his body. This was the same woman who would call her husband to come home from work to clean up vomit, or to change the children's diapers because she had such a weak stomach. She was in her own room in the hospital, they had to give her heavy medication to relax her, and even then she wasn't relaxed. "Dara, Oh God Dara", is all I can remember her saying.

That was the first time I cried throughout this whole situation. The reality didn't hit me until I saw the faces of everyone else in that room. Some time passed and over twenty-five children, Dustin's friends, where at the hospital. I remember sitting in the hall with my friends Keri LeJeune, Dustin Gomez, and Russ Bourque, with tears in our eyes we sang the Puff Daddy song "I'll be missing you". Then the doctor came in the room where all the adults were and said that Dustin was declared dead at 4: 23 p.m. on September 8, 1998.

I could hear Mrs. Cindy's loud sobs as she cried over the loss of her youngest of two sons. His organs were being donated so they still had him hooked up on machines. They allowed us all to see him, before they took him off the machines, in fact they insisted on it. When I went in, I barely recognized him.

His face was swollen and the only parts of him I could see were his eyes, which were closed. It was the most disturbing image I've ever seen in real life. With all this going on I couldn't even cry anymore. I was crying all day and when I saw him I felt awful because I couldn't cry. Everyone who went in cried and I couldn't.

I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. I touched his hand and left the room feeling cold and lonely, almost empty. Then in the hall we all said a prayer for him and his family. It was a great amount of people in that hall, but not even one-fourth of the amount of people they had at the wake. The wake was held two days later. There were hundreds of people, I never even realized how many people he had affected.

Dustin's family insisted on an open casket, to show all the children the effects of suicide, the reality of suicide. It was the saddest experience of my life. I didn't feel as though I lost a friend, I felt like I had lost a family member. I once thought of suicide when I was depressed, but I have now seen the tolls that suicide takes on loved ones.

I now realize that life is precious and I realize that all actions have consequences. Dustin was always the first to try something new, different, or scary. His death helped me grow up, and stop being as superficial. It helped me change my opinions on suicide. I once thought of it as an only escape from life or hard times. I now see that suicide only causes more problems.

I now realize that suicide is the most selfish act a person could do. Dustin taught me that and I wish I could thank him personally for that.