Personal Narrative
My brother and I continued to sprint through the dark, damp streets. Puddles splashed under our feet making eerie echoes. We passed closed shops and empty parking lots. It seemed like I wouldn’t even have nightmares as creepy as what I was walking through. It was darker than usual. A unearthly feeling was in the air. No one was around, which was normal because it was almost midnight, but it felt different. “Maybe I’m just in a bad mood,” I whispered to myself. School had proved to be a tragedy yet again. I just couldn’t get my mind off Ella. I didn’t even like going near the woods ever since… “Come on, we’re going to be late!” my brother interrupted. I had no idea those would be the last words my brother ever said.
The church bells started
ringing. Ding. A man ran out of the woods. I couldn’t see his face, but I was unnerved by him. Ding. My brother and I ran down the street taking a shortcut through a gloomy alleyway. Ding. The streetlight went out and the alley went pitch-black. Ding. I heard a yelp and saw glistening red. I saw my brother in a number of flashes. Ding. Laying there, helpless, ripped through the side by a monster, a man. I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I couldn’t believe it. The mystery man had killed. He had murdered. I started to cry, shocked, paralyzed at the thought of such a deed. Time seemed to elongate and flow like molasses, slowly out of my grasp. I glanced back. Lightning flashed as the murderer’s hood went up and he disappeared into the darkness.
Later, I saw everything in painstaking precision. From the time he raised his knife to when he ended by brother’s life. After that, everything was a haze of movement. Me tripping over the curb as I scrambled up my driveway. Jerking the door open and locking it behind me. Running up to my bedroom and locking the door. Then the crying. It felt like eternity before I had finished crying. I knew I would never finish my homework anyways, so I didn’t even bother. There was so much tension in myself that I hadn’t realised that I had. I sat there contemplating life and why everything was so cruel. My mom had already went to sleep and I knew my dad was working late tonight. When I finally came to a tortured sleep, I had only one thought. My brother had died. My brother had died. My brother had died.
The church bells started
ringing. Ding. A man ran out of the woods. I couldn’t see his face, but I was unnerved by him. Ding. My brother and I ran down the street taking a shortcut through a gloomy alleyway. Ding. The streetlight went out and the alley went pitch-black. Ding. I heard a yelp and saw glistening red. I saw my brother in a number of flashes. Ding. Laying there, helpless, ripped through the side by a monster, a man. I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I couldn’t believe it. The mystery man had killed. He had murdered. I started to cry, shocked, paralyzed at the thought of such a deed. Time seemed to elongate and flow like molasses, slowly out of my grasp. I glanced back. Lightning flashed as the murderer’s hood went up and he disappeared into the darkness.
Later, I saw everything in painstaking precision. From the time he raised his knife to when he ended by brother’s life. After that, everything was a haze of movement. Me tripping over the curb as I scrambled up my driveway. Jerking the door open and locking it behind me. Running up to my bedroom and locking the door. Then the crying. It felt like eternity before I had finished crying. I knew I would never finish my homework anyways, so I didn’t even bother. There was so much tension in myself that I hadn’t realised that I had. I sat there contemplating life and why everything was so cruel. My mom had already went to sleep and I knew my dad was working late tonight. When I finally came to a tortured sleep, I had only one thought. My brother had died. My brother had died. My brother had died.