Personal Narrative

I scrambled away as fast as I could with my wounded legs, I fell of the side of the counter, and proceeded to walk/fall accross the floor. I fell and felt his hands come in contact with my arms and I started shoving his hands away from me, he's the reason I'm in this situation. I'm breathing hard and can feel the blood seeping out of my bandages, and I breathe harder. There's no air going into my needy lungs, no matter how much I breathe. I'm being burried alive by my own anxiety and fear of this single man standing in front of me.

Something sharp is stuck into my back and I attempt to keep getting out of the room but my body is sluggish, my limbs not moving the way I want them to. Soon enough I couldn't move my body at all, but my chest

It's sick but it's how I think, he was always the smart one. The rational one who thought through everything before he acted on anything, he could crack jokes at the most innapropreate time but it lifted moods. When he walked into the room he could brighten everyone's face, even if it was a tradgic time. I miss him so bad, God I miss you

His fingers brushed around the area, causing shivers to go down my spine, and pain to pulse through my leg. He gets a cloth and wiped the blood off my thighs and dots some anesthetic on my cuts. Tears fall again but I keep my composure.

He wraps a long white cloth around both of my thighs tightly, and sits me up. I've gained some control of my arms, I can flex my fingers now. He reaches for the hem of my shirt but my hands move to stop him, my eyes widening. He tenses under my fingers and pulls away.

"You do it then." He crosses his arms and and leans against the wall watching me. Oh, he wants me to take my/his shirt off. I sigh and feel my cheeks heat up, and grip the hem of my shirt with stiff fingers. My body was still slow thanks to the shot he gave me, and that's my excuse for the next thing that happened.

I stare at his eyes and slowly pull my shirt over my head, and throw it on the floor next to him, before leaning back against the mirror, his eyes are on my body, my legs, my stomach, my chest, and my lips before they meet my eyes. The light brown has replaced itself with an almost black, and my heart thumps in my chest, he stalks towards me and grips the counter on both sides of