Personal Narrative: Attempting To Hanging

How many times? Its the same thing over and over again. I just feel like I'm trapped in the eternal loop that is time, repeating itself again and again until I am granted permission to die. By this point, I don't care whether I live or die, Its just the case of whether I survive my missions, or I don't. Unfortunately, in this corrupt society that we dwell in, money is everything, and for people so lacking in that area as me, we would do anything to make a buck. I work as a hit man for a very rich man. I hate my job. All the killing; it gets to you after a while, toughens you, steals the joys of life from you, leaves you sad and depressed. My job is life threatening, and means that everyday, I come closer to death than ever before. It puts me in intense situations which no sane man would ever dare to enter. Like right now, Attempting to Hanging from the top of a tall building all the while attempting to escape the scopes of viscous guards. BANG! A gunshot scrapes the side of my head, I will die if I stay …show more content…
I manage to place my feet over the balcony. I land, tucking and rolling as perfectly as I possibly can, just like I was taught ages ago. The impact causes me to bounce, shattering the glass door leading into the apartment creating an array of shards that flew ahead of me, leading me into a big room. As the pain I look around me to see a room, a very well kept modern, fancy room. The walls are lined with picture frames, many of which – like green bottles sitting on a wall – fall to the ground, shatter, then join the broken glass specifically photos of a young girl and her parents. The man in the photos seemed familiar, I recognized him. Suddenly, It struck me. The man in the photo, was my target, The man I was hired to kill standing joyfully alongside his family. As my brain swims against the current, the room fades to