Personal Narrative: A Short Story

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A mixture of ice and snow blanketed the semi-frozen, forest ground. The ice was like razors on my bare feet. The crisp, December air burned my lungs and stung my skin. My feet thudded rhythmically against the ground. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Every part of me wanted to give up—to stop, but I couldn’t. My feet, now numb to the slashes, left footprints of blood that trailed behind me—a perfect path for him to follow. The black, moonless night made me feel more alone than the sound of my own shallow breathing, but I wasn’t alone. I would never be alone because no matter where I ran, or where I tried to hide, he wouldn’t stop until he caught me, and I was dead. What had I gotten myself into? I saw the end, a string of street lights that …show more content…

If I could go back and stop myself from ever pulling that lever, I would. I would go back to living my paycheck to paycheck life, making minimum wage at the casino. I would give anything to make this nightmare end. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I was suddenly snapped back to reality when my foot tangled with a branch that stuck out from the ground, causing me to tumble down the hill and hit every piece of the forest on the way. Blood oozed from a jagged gash that formed on my forehead. My body was beaten and bruised. I lay there, at the bottom of the hill, praying that none of this was real—but it was. This living nightmare had only just begun. Then, he appeared. I stumbled to my feet and began to run again, forgetting all the pain as best as I could. I had to wipe my face a few times to keep the blood out of my eyes. I was so close to civilization—so close to life—that tears filled my eyes, giving me the hope and strength that I needed to make it. A gunshot rang through the forest breaking the familiar silence I had gotten used to. I screamed, knowing I was as good as dead. My body tense and I held my breath, preparing for the bullet to pierce my flesh, but it never did. I was frozen with fear--too terrified to turn and see what had happened. Not leaving anytime to spare, I started to run again. Not just from him--no-- I was running from myself. My mistakes. My life. Who I had …show more content…

I promise!” he said, “After you left the casino, I went over to your apartment. Your car was there, but you weren't and your door was kicked open. I looked everywhere for you! Then I noticed that the back window what open and the screen was busted through. And when I saw footprints leading into the forest behind your complex, I followed them. I saw blood and I panicked, so I started running. I got to the hill, and I saw a man with a gun. He was hired by the old man from the casino to kill you and get the money back. When I saw you frozen in your tracks, I knew he was going to kill you. I had to stop it, so I pulled out my gun and shot him in the back of the

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