Personal Narrative Fiction

I ran out to the Ferris wheel with my arms open wide.
“Here I am! I’m the one you want Embry so come and get me,” I yelled as loud as I could. My body was shaking continuously. As soon as I went to turn around to ask Lily something Embry appeared in my eyes. Her gun was pointed straight at my head.
“Embry we can fix things. You have no need to do this. Let’s talk it out and see what we can do,” I explained.
“I can’t,” tears started falling from Embry’s eyes, “My father said if I didn’t finish what he started he would finish me.”
“What do you mean finish what your dad started?” I asked. My heart started to stop. A feeling came inside of me that made me want to fall to the ground and give up.
“Your grandpa didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered.

My father put rat poison in his wine that night of the dance. I’m so sorry, I tried to stop him but he locked me in the bathroom so I couldn’t get to him,” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. I fell to my knees. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I dropped to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from her spot and held me tight. It felt like my world was ending. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.
“It’s not your fault Embry. But you don’t have to be like your parents. You can be different,” I told her. Embry loosened her grip on the gun and dropped it to the floor.