Narrative Essay On Ireland Sarracco

Ireland Sarracco No Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. I love being able to drive down the road and gaze upon the millions of vibrant colored leaves in every shade of red and orange you can imagine. What I’ve always liked most about fall is school starting up again and being able to see my friends once more. At least that used to be my favorite part up until I met someone new. From the moment I met him he intimidated me. Whenever he asked me to do something, I agreed to it. Even if it was something I did not want to do. I’ve always been bad at saying no. I’ll say yes to my friends, yes to my family, even yes to people selling me things at the mall kiosk. My father always told me that my inability to say no would eventually cause someone to take advantage of me. Never did I think saying yes to someone would strip me of everything. My friends, my happiness, my individuality, everything that made me my own person. For months upon months, abuse became a normal routine. My

I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was him for I recognized his walk. His feet dragged on the rough concrete as he made his way across the parking lot, his beat up tennis shoes threatening to fall apart with every step he took. I knew I couldn’t run fast enough. A cold shiver ran up and down my spine as his fingers wrapped around the car handle. He slid into the driver’s seat and the next few minutes were followed by silence. In that exact moment, a car passed by and the glow from its headlights momentarily lit up the vehicle. During those few seconds I was able to focus on the expression of his face. The look of such cold heartedness and rage did not seem to affect me the way it usually did. I’d seen it many times before but this time I no longer had the feeling to beg for forgiveness and apologize. All anger and fear left me, and I was myself once more. I did not want to be afraid of him any