A Shot-Personal Narrative

It was Thursday night and I was cold. I was walking down a dark alleyway following one of my friends to meet up with some our other friends and this was her shortcut. I constantly kept feeling the urge to turn away and run, but she held my hand so tightly I could not let go. Even though I did not mind, I was still shivering so much from the cold and cringing of the thought of getting caught. “Lee, I really don’t think that we should do this.” I erupted. “Why not? I thought you wanted to do something different tonight?” Lee responds. “Yeah, I know I said that earlier, but I don’t think this is how we should do it.” “Don’t freak out about it, we’ll be fine. The others will have our backs and besides no one will even notice that we’re there.” Her reassurance only helps me a little but I did …show more content…
However despite of this, it was a special day and I wanted it to be memorable for years to come.
Pondering on my conservation with her earlier that day, I did say that I wanted to have a good time. So figured that this was worth a shot thus, we kept on walking but when we went past this highly stacked collection of barrels by the side of the back door of the old corner store I hear a wine bottle rattle, then one by one each of the barrels fall down and begin to roll down in our direction. Before I know it we are both racing down the alley, hand-in-hand not sure of how to outrun these monstrous things. One of the barrels knocks Lee down, I turn around to help her but suddenly she gets buried the numerous amount of others and eventually she is consumed. I am in shock by how she quickly vanishes but before I can make any effort to cry for help I feel a cold