The Trail-Personal Narrative

The leaves crunched under my black converse as I walked through the nature trail. It was a crisp fall day, too cold for short sleeves, but too warm for a heavy coat. It was Sunday afternoon, and I was trying to escape my duties at home by telling my mom I needed to get outside on such a beautiful day. I sat down on the bridge and looked down at the shining river. The water was twenty feet below me and looked about fifteen to twenty feet deep. The large trees surrounding the river had just changed to their fall colors, and some leaves began to drift down. Fall was my favorite time of year, with football games, the cold weather, Halloween, and Thanksgiving nothing was better.
I layed back on the bridge, threw my arms above my head, and sighed. I had many things to do and hadn’t done any of it. I sat for a while and …show more content…
A man stood above me smiling, he looked at me as if he had just won the lottery. He was tall with,short blonde hair, raggedy clothes, and a backpack. I screamed, partly from the pain and partly from the man who was standing above me still holding the knife that he had stabbed me with. I tried to stand, but my body was paralyzed by fear. The man grabbed me by the legs and dragged me across the ground. I began thrashing, trying to find something to hitch onto to get away. An idea had then struck me, I suddenly acted limp as if I had passed out, and grabbed a rock as I was pulled over it. He drug me until we reached a certain spot in the woods. The man let go of my legs and turned around to grab something out of his bag. I quietly stood up behind him. With one large thrust I hit the man on top of his head with the rock, and he stumbled to the ground. His head was gushing with blood and I began to cry, I struck his head over and over again, tears streamed down my face and my body was shaking. My head told me to stop while my body told me to keep going. I realized he was dead and I printed back to the