The Girl-Personal Narrative

Here I stand, a girl who once thought dreams could never become reality, walking across a glass platform, thousands of feet above a rampaging city, hoping that her last breath would not be spent wailing for help. I grew weary, unable to walk straight, gasping, standing amongst hundreds of sapphire cobras dotted with a radiating turquoise, the same as a single glowing cyan door that seemed to be my only hope. The view around me, was what I hoped were walls, and not rushing winds carrying snowflakes miles away forcefully. How am I supposed to get past this, theres a blizzard two inches away from my face, and snakes blending into the blue atmosphere around. I had to be careful not to step on any, if I did my leg would become smothered with scales. Hesitant, I cautiously crept towards them, casting dismay from my eyes, feeding their desire to pounce at me at any moment. Closing my eyes, I took my first step, relieved as I opened my eyes to see my floral vans clearly. Confidence began flooding my ego after I took my second step, and my pace picked up. Raising my knees high to avoid their tongues, and staying away from the atmosphere around me. I thought I was almost done when I looked up to see I only made it halfway, and I was once again hesitant as to what was about to come. I had to get past this and to the door to have a chance of survival, so I started my journey once again, cautiously planning each step. I placed my foot down, raising another when a snake …show more content…
This is my forbidden hallway, yet you have entered and caused distress over my snakes. What do you think you’re doing amateur?” a stern, unknown voice demanded an answer.
“I-I-I didn’t mean any harm, I just woke up here, confused and my mind blank. The only thing I can remember is my name, a-a-and I wish I could tell you more. Please don’t hurt me,” I begged as she floated down in front of my face. Her eyes as wicked as any, and her dress a deep purple, contrasting her amber