Personal Narrative: Traveling To The Canadian Border

I am alone, there is no one around but me and I haven’t seen any trace of any kind of human-like creature, since the beginning of my journey. I am traveling to a town in northern canada approximately 1,300 miles north of the canadian border. I began my expedition 392 days ago, a little over a year ago. From what I know about Yellowknife, it’s nothing special. Just another destination on the map. There is an urban area of Yellowknife, but the rest is all prairieland. This is honestly a great place though, it may not seem like much but it’s exactly what I’m looking for. Peaceful, quiet, rural, but also just a hop, skip and a jump away from an Urban area. I’m Matt and I used to attend Mountain Top View high school. I’m seventeen, and was considered

Notice, I’m using past tense. The reason being I left all that behind, my family, friends, team, and basically my whole life. I was just really ready for a change, my life had become such a boring and routine series of events, I just wasn’t enjoying living. I felt this way for a long time, one day I just finally built up the willpower to up and leave. No one suspected my fleeing. One of my best qualities is that I can keep my feeling, emotions, and opinions to myself. This may sound really crappy of me to do, but how would you feel trapped in a society where you know you didn’t truly belong or enjoy whatsoever. I didn’t just disappear, I left a 10 page letter for my parents that told them where I was going and why. I told them where they could find me. They still haven’t gone looking. I know this because I installed a program on our computer, that trace my every step. They uninstalled the program the week after I left. So I am alone, no one cares about me, everyone knows I’m gone they don’t seem to care. Anyways, I went searching for a home, a new

So what do I have to lose, I enter “the castillo.” As I walk in I feel as if multiple sets of eyes are watching me. I immediately feel as if I’m swallowing cotton balls. At the same time, during this time I feel warm, welcomed, and a strange comfort. I start exploring the castle and it’s immaculate. I’ve never been in a castle before, but this seems never ending. As I explore and get comfortable I hear a high pitched scream below me. As my stay at the castle proceeds these sort of things become a normality. I start to feel like I’m watched, I hear things, and I didn’t think anything of it until I meet Rosemary Anne. Rosemary is a seven year old girl with strawberry blond hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. On my 13 day at the castle I was sitting in front of a crackling fire. I am wrapped in a robe I found in the 7th floor bathroom when I hear it. I little girl’s voice saying “hello Matt”. I scream how does she know my name, who is she? She is attached to chains, and before I could say anything she is gone. This was just the beginning of a series of weird events. I continue to stay in the castle, and as I explore more I find clues on, whose name I didn’t know at the time, Rosemary’s