Personal Narrative: The War On Terror

Two hours had passed since midnight when finally, I got courage to run from the castle. It was a perfect night, I can say. It was very dark, and silent. It felt as if everyone were asleep, except for me. Thought running through my head kept the most nights. I was worried as well as afraid. My older brother, Michael, went missing five years ago. I searched for him, and somehow gotten myself captured by the king. The king was cruel and harsh. One time, when I was ten, I had refused to talk, he ordered his men to beat me with a whip. Slowly and deliberately, I climbed out of the bed. My light feet made no noise as I walked through the circular room, to the only window. As I opened it, I made a slight noise. I waited for someone to open the door and scream at me, but none of it came. Taking a deep breath, I fully opened the window. My eyes landed on the dark, forbidden forest. If I would only be able to get there, I would be safe. …show more content…
Taking a last glance at the circular room, I climbed out the window. As soon as my feet landed on the roof, I started sliding down. Panic rose in me. I tried to grab something, but I couldn’t. Everything moved faster and faster. Then I found myself screaming as I started falling into the darkness. Luckily, I didn’t fall for long, nor very far. I fell on someone’s balcony, which I was happy, even though that wasn’t what I planned. I took a long breath and started to relax when I heard loud shouts. My heart started to race again. They must have noticed that I wasn’t in my room. I thought that I would have more time, but unfortunately the time wasn’t on my side. I needed to think of something, and