Personal Narrative: My First Cold War

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The night grew colder and I could feel the guilt building in my chest. Only knowing I had done everything to deserve what was happening. every moment in my life had come to this. As I darted through the alleyway the screaming grew louder. With every breath I felt my heart falling in my chest. How could I let myself get to this point. There I was, just a teenage body laying on the floor alone in my room listening to goner by Twenty One Pilots. My room grew colder as I felt a large hand grab my shoulder, a low raspy whisper in my ear. ”it's for your own good” the voice spoke as it’s cold hand tightened around my shoulder. As the hand had finally loosened it’s grip, I felt dizzy and lightheaded as I stood up, soon falling back down and letting the darkness overcome me. I woke up about three hours later in a panic, I hoped it was all a dream. I felt uneasy, and left my room, and walked to the bathroom. I turned …show more content…

grabbed a few things and left the kitchen. Before leaving the house I grew up in, I grabbed the note i wrote to my mom and threw it away. If she doesn't have the decency to tell me where she is than neither do I. While walking through the living room, I look over to see that the television was left on. It was on some news channel, they described a girl who was found murdered in an alleyway. The thought of something happening like that so close to where I am terrified me. Turning off the television, I quickly make my way to the front porch. Making sure to lock the door, I stepped out of the house. Abby and I walked to the forest, we've been going to the forest since we were in grade school. we hung out for a bit and laughed. when night came we would get into our sleeping bags. Abby went right to sleep, I however, stayed up every night. I couldn't sleep. Too many things going on in my mind. Then it became cold, I could feel my self in a trance I sat straight up looked at

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