Personal Narrative

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Cold water splashed against my face, forcing me back into the present. I gasped for air, filling my lungs which meant I was still alive. I looked around me to find I was lying on my back, on the floor, in the hotel room Brian had brought me to. Detective Donovan was standing over me with an empty glass of water in her hand and no gun. If I stood a chance to save myself, the time was now. My leg swept out and connected with her ankles. She fell to the floor next to me with a surprised expression on her face. I shot to my feet and ran for the door. Her hand gripped my calf, her nails digging into my skin. Pain sliced through me, but I kicked and stomped madly as I endeavored to reach freedom. I must have connected since the raven haired woman …show more content…

Scrambling to my hands and knees, I tried to spot any mode of escape. A door to my left was the only option, and I crawled as fast as I could towards it. Reaching my hand up for the handle, I managed to stop screaming not wanting to give away my location. With a loud creak the door opened, and I tumbled in after it, quickly closing it behind. There was no lock on the door, but I sat there with my weight against it, preventing anyone from opening it. The back office had a computer and several monitors. I couldn't see an exit, but I could see the security camera footage displayed on the screens. Cameras were positioned at various locations throughout the hotel. One was streaming video from outside the main door, one on the lobby, and several others which didn't help me. Seeing the detective approach, the front counter with a gun in her hand and a less than pleased expression on her face, frightened me to the core. The phone on the desk provided no assistance as it was too far to reach. If I left my position, I would be too vulnerable. I could do nothing but watch the monitor in horror and wait for her to reach me. She stepped out of view, causing my pulse to …show more content…

Open the fucking door, before I shoot you,” she yelled. The pressure on the door loosened. Holding my position on the floor, I couldn't do anything but watch the monitor, and pray he would save me once again. Brian yelled something I was unable to decipher, and drew his pistol. A shot rang out in the silent lobby the instant he disappeared from view. A body thumped to the floor, followed by a deafening silence. The only sound was my labored breathing, and I forced myself to concentrate on each breath. Please let him be okay, I repeated like a mantra. This nightmare had to be over soon, but in that moment the only thing that mattered to me was Brian’s safety. If it was his body crumpled on the floor, wearing a bullet meant for me, I wasn't sure how I could live with myself. I pulled my knees to my chest, buried my face in my hands, and sobbed

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