Describe The Sheriffs Narrative

I bolted away, making sure to never looking back at the cold dark forest. The sound of twigs cracking and leaves rustling under my feet was pretty loud but was covered up with the sound of the howling wind. My lungs felt like they were on fire and my throat was hurting as if I hadn't drunk water in ages, but I kept running as fast as I could. I promised myself that I wouldn't stop running until I reached civilization, where no one could begin to interpret the horrors that I had seen. Finally, my eyes lit up to the sight of lights and people. My running halted to a walk and I noticed the eyes that were glaring at me. I realized how I must have looked, torn dirty clothes, my hair a mess from the howling wind and of course the blood running from my arms from the horrors that I had been through. But I had to stay on task; I had to find the sheriffs office. As I reached the heart of town, there it was. The sheriff’s office standing …show more content…
The wood floor with too many blisters, and scratches. The type of horrors this town has seen, built curiosity in my head. I slowly raised my eyes from my palms to meet the sheriff’s. A blood-curdling scream crawled up my throat, my eyes widening. He was staring at me. His eyes had a faint glow, a scarlet color. I flinched at the sight, wondering if I was seeing things and the desire to flee pounded in my veins. He crouched down in front of me with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You really should be far more careful the next time you try to run away from me”. His voice was deep and menacing, growing stronger and darker at every word. Each letter drowning in death and destruction. I felt momentarily paralyzed, the mechanisms of my body not collerating with my brain. I couldn't scream for it would make no difference and even if I did, he was going to win because I never stood a chance. With a striking blow, he lunged. The world shackled me in