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Personal Narrative: My Murder
Frozen in the doorway, I stopped before I walked into the room trying to figure my odds. A twelve year old girl against a drunken forty year old man. My heart started to race. I stood ten feet away from what could have been a murder scene. My mom was lying there on the bed blood faced and powerless as my dad stood above her with a tight grip around her neck, slowly turning her head to the right. Forcing her head in a direction that it wasn’t suppose to go. A direction that would have broke her neck if it went any further. As I pushed myself forward from the doorway, I ran over to the bed and climbed underneath my dad, becoming a shield for my mom. This not only became the nightmare I would have for the next two weeks but a scar that was put
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