Personal Narrative-Recall

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Recall My eyes opened slowly to pure whiteness as I lay on the hard cemented ground. He was coming towards me. Slowly, steadily, surely. I could barely move. I was able to muster the strength to raise my hand in which blood was slowly flowing down. Is this how I die? Is this really the end? My powers had led to my demise, indefinitely. Perhaps there are things in this world that cannot be tamed. Perhaps everyone was put on this Earth with a purpose. Perhaps some were made to win and some to lose to ensure balance. It’s just not fair. I just keep losing. Then something happened -- the figure that would normally be moving towards me froze. As I looked around, everything appeared in stasis. Then the figure began to walk backwards, the …show more content…

It didn’t feel like I got hit. I opened my eyes and found myself on the sidewalk again. I glanced at my left hand and saw the watch still there. What happened? Why am I standing at the edge of the sidewalk? I stepped back as the same truck I was almost hit by advanced past me. Wait. What just happened? Is this all a dream? Am I in hell? I stood there, pondering until I felt someone tap on my shoulder. It was one of the gang members that I had walked by before. I turned around and saw a much larger and taller figure. I removed my earbuds. “What you doin’ around here kid? Ain’t you got places to be?” Who was this guy? Who does he think he is? “Well I was tryin’ to - before you came along and had to interrupt me.” I replied. “You damn near was ‘bouta kill yourself standing that near to the road. Speaking of which, what’s that thing on ya wrist?” Did he not see what had just happened? “Why you worryin’ so much ‘bout what I got on?”He grinned, “Looks nice kid, that’s all. Wish I had myself one of ‘em watches.” He turned around. “The name’s Bino, don’t forget it.” he shoved me then walked away. I regained balance, turned around and walked off. The fuck was up with that guy? I plugged my earbuds back in and pressed the play button. “Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) Complexion

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