The dark was something that I had not yet accomplished. Being home alone as a young kid was an adventure in itself, each minute there's a new noise or monster that I would hear and end up trying to escaping from. My imagination was astonishing, the things that it could make up in my head were unlike anything that a professional writer could produce. This particular night was different. I am on a mission to fetch a glass of water from downstairs, I lie in the crib as it plan my escape for several minutes. My throat is dry and each minute getting drier. Unknowing that this would be the adventure that would change my life, I lie in the bed counting down from 5 until I make the run for the water 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!
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I no longer focus on the dryness of my throat all I can think about is the man that I have created in my mind behind me. One foot in front of the other I think about what I will do once I reach the end.
I have now reached the end of the hall and I know the fastest way down… is to jump. “But I can’t” I think to myself but deep down something pushes me to jump. I get closer and closer to the stairs and at some point I am not going to have a choice my. I am moving too fast as I get closer to the drop.
I jump… I am in the air for what felt like 10 minutes, the time stands still on the grandfather clock below the staircase. I wonder what will happen to me when I hit the ground. The further I go the more I realize that the floor is not what will be breaking my fall. The grandfather clock will be what I hit, it curl up my body and brace for the pain. After I hit the clock it wobbles back and forth, but while I am on the ground recovering from the pain I did not realize this. The clock falls and I see out of the corner of my eye, the back legs of the clock come off the ground. It falls slowly, but gradually getting faster as my wounded body tries to move out of the way but just not fast enough. Smack! The clock hits me on the leg but my adrenalin does not let me feel it right away, but moments after I realized the clock had snapped my femur into two
The first step, escape from …show more content…
I no longer focus on the dryness of my throat all I can think about is the man that I have created in my mind behind me. One foot in front of the other I think about what I will do once I reach the end.
I have now reached the end of the hall and I know the fastest way down… is to jump. “But I can’t” I think to myself but deep down something pushes me to jump. I get closer and closer to the stairs and at some point I am not going to have a choice my. I am moving too fast as I get closer to the drop.
I jump… I am in the air for what felt like 10 minutes, the time stands still on the grandfather clock below the staircase. I wonder what will happen to me when I hit the ground. The further I go the more I realize that the floor is not what will be breaking my fall. The grandfather clock will be what I hit, it curl up my body and brace for the pain. After I hit the clock it wobbles back and forth, but while I am on the ground recovering from the pain I did not realize this. The clock falls and I see out of the corner of my eye, the back legs of the clock come off the ground. It falls slowly, but gradually getting faster as my wounded body tries to move out of the way but just not fast enough. Smack! The clock hits me on the leg but my adrenalin does not let me feel it right away, but moments after I realized the clock had snapped my femur into two