Personal Narrative: My Autonomy

Robin. These are pictures of her when she was even a preteen. The pastor was worshiping her? What kind of sick obsession am I seeing here? I turned my flashlight off, as the candle lights were strong enough to light the room in the back. From there, I could see the center of the pastor’s obsession with my former classmate. There were pictures of Robin, from the ceiling to the floor, flowers and lingerie. The was the biggest shrine I’ve seen since the high school. What got my attention though, was down on the floor, was pictures of Robin post high school… when Robin began to gain weight. There were some pictures of her with her family, with her parents cut out of them. Another picture of her with what appears to be… a boyfriend? The boy friend in this picture had a large bloody “X” on his face. In fact, all over the floor there were post high school pictures of Robin and her life, boyfriends. Even one of her… well now former husband. The husband was scribbled out with permanent marker. Another picture, was her children… they were crossed out save for Robin. Over on the bottom right corner, was a large cross, taped on to the cross… was Robin again. But this time… it was her body, at the high school, lied down in the same position as they found her. Underneath the cross was a notebook, the front cover …show more content…
Problem is, signal is pretty sparse so it may take some time to send these. From every picture to the crucial pages of the notebook, I had about fourteen images waiting to be sent, with the caption “Mr. Shufner is the killer! The back of the notebook had a different name, it had Ryan’s name on it. It also had a confiscated sticker on the back… did this get taken from him at some point, Ryan dropped out around the senior year so it’s possible he just never got it back. It’s starting to make sense, but it had me going for a long