Personal Narrative: My Run

I watched with golden eyes as it all changed without warning, as fate grasped my surroundings with her cold, merciless hands. My mind whirred, searching for thoughts to silence the words I didn't want to hear. Three pairs of crimson glowing eyes watched me, mimicking the color of the blood that pooled around Dad's limp, lifeless form. Run. Run. Get away from there. My thoughts struggled to replace the words I couldn't believe.

Grabbing my sister's wrist, I ran. Pulling her behind me, I ran, but I knew there was nowhere safe in this house anymore. Enma's little legs moved as quickly as they could behind me, but even then, the cloaked silhouettes were behind us and keeping up without a problem. Faster. Run faster! I couldn't. My legs wouldn't go any faster, nor would Enma's. Run! Get away!

The door. I had to get to the door. We had to get out of the house. I ran, pulling Enma behind me. We weren't far, but the creatures were right behind us now, grasping at the back of our shirts trying to pull us back. Safety was within our sight, and my hand reached to grasp the brass handle, but I felt a tug at my shirt. Sharp black claws tried to pull me back, dragging me …show more content…
Pain shot through my spine, my mind going blank from the shock and fear of it all. A large claw had been raked down the whole of my back, leaving uneven shreds in my skin. I could only fall to the ground, shivering at the cold of the tile floor against my stomach. The clothes didn't protect me from the sharp cold of the ground, leaving me lying there as blood slowly pooled around me and laughed at me. It laughed at how weak I was, mocking my limp body to the best of it's abilities. It did pretty well, and I couldn't help but smile a bit. I felt tears running down my cheeks as I lay there, my lips curled into a cold, hopeless, dying smile. Everything started to fade, growing darker and