Hero’s Journey Narrative
He handed me a blue necklace before he perished into the burning fires of the precious mansion he held so dear to him. He just laid there, watching his valuables burn to ashes and follow the path of the outside wind. His last words were, “Look in the cupboard, everything is there for you.” He said it with such seriousness, he was accepting his death and that is what pained me the most. I quickly ran after him, but he pushed me away. I watched him burn within the horrible fires, it practically swallowed him whole without any hesitation. I watched him wave goodbye as a single tear fell down his cheek and turned to smoke. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. The men in the orange suits took me away, and hid me in the back of their red truck. …show more content…
The man apologized for the small number of seats in his large truck before he left to help with the fire. I hugged my knees quietly and waited for it all to pass over, for everything to be done with. I just wanted to be alone, like I’ve always been. Just alone with no else to bother me and tell me what to do. No one to occasionally remind me that I was useless, that I was a waste of space, a waste of time. I already knew, and maybe that’s why it all happened. It was my fault, I couldn’t help him.
“Wake up.” A scary, deep voice crowded my thoughts. I ripped my eyes open and looked around at my surroundings. I was in a large white room, but there was no one with me. I was alone, so what did I hear?
“Follow the footsteps.” The voice echoed once more, with a less aggressive tone this time. I looked around again, taking in my surroundings. The room was actually pretty small, much like a box. There was only a bedside table and a bed, which I was laying on with comfort. As I stood up, I saw red footsteps lead to a door in a corner of the
He handed me a blue necklace before he perished into the burning fires of the precious mansion he held so dear to him. He just laid there, watching his valuables burn to ashes and follow the path of the outside wind. His last words were, “Look in the cupboard, everything is there for you.” He said it with such seriousness, he was accepting his death and that is what pained me the most. I quickly ran after him, but he pushed me away. I watched him burn within the horrible fires, it practically swallowed him whole without any hesitation. I watched him wave goodbye as a single tear fell down his cheek and turned to smoke. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. The men in the orange suits took me away, and hid me in the back of their red truck. …show more content…
The man apologized for the small number of seats in his large truck before he left to help with the fire. I hugged my knees quietly and waited for it all to pass over, for everything to be done with. I just wanted to be alone, like I’ve always been. Just alone with no else to bother me and tell me what to do. No one to occasionally remind me that I was useless, that I was a waste of space, a waste of time. I already knew, and maybe that’s why it all happened. It was my fault, I couldn’t help him.
“Wake up.” A scary, deep voice crowded my thoughts. I ripped my eyes open and looked around at my surroundings. I was in a large white room, but there was no one with me. I was alone, so what did I hear?
“Follow the footsteps.” The voice echoed once more, with a less aggressive tone this time. I looked around again, taking in my surroundings. The room was actually pretty small, much like a box. There was only a bedside table and a bed, which I was laying on with comfort. As I stood up, I saw red footsteps lead to a door in a corner of the