Personal Narrative: The Years Without Adeline

The year is 2012. 7 years. It’s been a gruesome 7 years without Adeline. It’s all my fault. I killed her. The anger in my voice is what pushed her over the edge, literally. I let out a groan as I punched the bedroom wall that already had many holes as a result of my anger. The bedroom was littered with clothes of women. This was the only thing that eased the pain. Killing. It gave me such a thrill. Something about the way the blood would pour out, how they would beg for their lives, and oh, how I love the shrill terrified screams. Each girl had something about her that made it more enjoyable. Anna had a small freckle on the left side of her neck, the bullseye for my knife. Emily wouldn’t render me the satisfaction of an easy kill. Kelly became …show more content…
”W-Where am I?!”, she scanned the dimly lit cellar terrified. I only chuckled as I walked towards her while twirling the knife in my hands, “Now this, is going to be fun.” I smirked evilly. As I went for the kill, while staring at her terrified, tear filled eyes, something stopped me. Adeline. Her eyes resembled Adeline’s, Everything about her was familiar to Adeline. No, no I can’t hurt my love again!
I quickly released her from the chains on the walls. “I’m so sorry baby. I don’t know what came over me!” I embraced her tightly scared that if I let go she would be gone again. “I’ve missed you so much..”, I mumbled into her tangled hair. “W-What do you mean you’ve missed me? You’re crazy get off of me!” , Blair struggled against my hold. “Silly girl, when you fell off of the balcony.” My poor darling doesn’t even remember. “I’ll take good care of you don’t worry.” I looked at her with pure adoration while she stared back as if I was some lunatic. I”ll make her change her …show more content…
“Baby!”, I dashed towards the kitchen. The first thing I saw was Blair clutching a bloody hand. I quickly reached for the first aid kit above the fridge and cleaned her up finishing it up with a band aid. “What happened!?” “I –I was cutting the chicken and I accidently sliced my finger open”, she looked at my with tears streaming down her face. She’s crying, no, this is all my fault. I caused her to bleed. I caused her pain. I hurt the love of my life again. If we stay together an incident like this is bound to reoccur. “I love you, be more careful okay?” I mumbled with fear that my voice would crack. I walked up the spiral staircase and into our bedroom before she could respond. I bent down and took the black safe from under our bed. With shaky hands, I opened the safe and grabbed my gun while slowly pointing it up to my head while slowly closing my