Personal Narrative Essay: Ever Since The Fire: No Fire
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Ever Since the Fire No money. No family. No home. Just a lot of stolen purses, bringing dulled colors to the sepulchral and somber room. Every day I wake up from my imaginary bed. The still freshly charred floor, covered in ashes. Lungs darkened by the smoky room, and my heavy heart still in pain. The sounds of screams and fire, ringing through my ears. Once, there had been a plush, luxurious bed that made me feel like a princess. Fast-forward to a few years later, and I am anything but feeling like a princess.
Every night is a nightmare, disturbed by every thump and bang. If only this was all a big nightmare. ‘Mom are you there?” but there’s never an answer, or at least ever since. No place to hide, no place to be. All I can do is …show more content…
He looked a little reluctant, but he soon let me come in. His house was like a marvelous castle, lavish furniture, grand windows covered by long silky white curtains. Each room we passed brought back memories, that hopefully he also remembers.
“Ok, so what's the problem?” He tried to look me in the eyes but he was too focused on my arms and legs.
“Oh this? You know I just fell”, “And stuff,” I say, trying to joke about it. I know he didn’t believe me.
“Anyways, I just came to stay for a little bit…”, I didn’t know how to explain it to him.
“Well the thing is, I kind of stole someone's purse and they called the police” I say, trying not to look at him.
“But I’m not a bad person” I blurt out, “I just need the money…”
I can tell he’s shocked, and now I realise this might not have been the best idea.
He can now see that I’m worried, “No, no, it’s ok. I totally get it.”. I’m surprised he’s so understanding. “Do you want anything to eat?”
As much as I hate to say it, I’m starving, “Of course!” He brings me some food and I beam at him. “Thank you so much”
“Do you want to accompany you back home”?, what a gentlemen I think to myself.
“Sure”, “here follow
Every night is a nightmare, disturbed by every thump and bang. If only this was all a big nightmare. ‘Mom are you there?” but there’s never an answer, or at least ever since. No place to hide, no place to be. All I can do is …show more content…
He looked a little reluctant, but he soon let me come in. His house was like a marvelous castle, lavish furniture, grand windows covered by long silky white curtains. Each room we passed brought back memories, that hopefully he also remembers.
“Ok, so what's the problem?” He tried to look me in the eyes but he was too focused on my arms and legs.
“Oh this? You know I just fell”, “And stuff,” I say, trying to joke about it. I know he didn’t believe me.
“Anyways, I just came to stay for a little bit…”, I didn’t know how to explain it to him.
“Well the thing is, I kind of stole someone's purse and they called the police” I say, trying not to look at him.
“But I’m not a bad person” I blurt out, “I just need the money…”
I can tell he’s shocked, and now I realise this might not have been the best idea.
He can now see that I’m worried, “No, no, it’s ok. I totally get it.”. I’m surprised he’s so understanding. “Do you want anything to eat?”
As much as I hate to say it, I’m starving, “Of course!” He brings me some food and I beam at him. “Thank you so much”
“Do you want to accompany you back home”?, what a gentlemen I think to myself.
“Sure”, “here follow