Personal Narrative-Julia

The room is filled with a malodorous sense, Julia crouched in the shadow, her body is aching and her brain is scrambling. She starts to scratch the back of the head as it started to feel plastered against her scalp. What will happen to me now? Will my life end here? What have you got yourself into Julia? Suddenly all these questions are slamming back and forth inside her head. The night passed by slower than usual, Julia were feeling atrocious.
Headspin

His hands were grasping at her throat, leaving Julia without air
She feels life is slipping away
She was screaming silently, gasping for breath.
She gulped and gasped for breath

the alarm come off, Julia is more nervous than ever, suddenly, The door swung open. Julia me when I see the
thought police, they stomp in and drag me out of the prison room. W
Her heart, once quickly eating, is now slowing in tempo. As Julia head down to the hallway. She notices that everything falls away. No longer hear the noise of the Tv Screen nor people talking a
She couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t want to anyway. She never saw something like that even in her worst nightmares. But that was only because her brain always woke up before such a horrific image covered her mind.
I search through the room
You know what you did!
Don’t lie to me, Winston will never do that,
“He love me, he said he love me!” I burst into to tear.
They show me a video of Winston being torture. My heart is ripped apart.
It like a nightmare that never ends
You will only get torn apart
The first time I got my heart broken, it was as if the word had ended- but I was the only one who realised. Everyone else carried on as if nothing had happened. I thought I would never be able to find meaning or pleasure in anything ever again.