Personal Narrative: The Day I Killed My Owner

I adored my owner but then one day he wasn’t the same anymore. For a while, everytime he came home he was different, he wasn’t the kind gentle one I knew. He didn’t pay much attention to the others or me, he lashed out at the girl owner. No longer his normal self. One night he came home with the different presence, I’ve avoided him for a long time, and knew that he would notice one day, and today was that day. He reach over me and grabbed me by the neck. I try to fight back. Clawing out at him restraining myself. My eyes caught the flash of the sharp object that had appear in his other hand. His eyes shone with fury. Without even hesitating he slashed at my eye, taking my eye out. My head was spinning and the rest of my body was screaming with confusion. I knew that I had lost my old owner to the evil spirit that took over him. …show more content…
I slowly trained myself to get through the days with only one eye. Whenever he was around the house I avoided him. There were a few times where he approached me, I just turned around and scattered away. I could see some sorrow in his eyes, longing for me to walk back to him, yet I didn’t think about going back. If there's a once, they their can always be a twice, and I wanted to keep my other eye. The ground was shaking when I woke up, then I realize I wasn’t on the ground anymore, I was in his arm. I wanted to lash out at him, but for some reason I decide not to. He stroke my head cuddling me in his arm. Before I knew it he had taken me outside next to the oak tree. He gently pick me up and all of a sudden a rope was around my neck. He let go of me and backed away. The tears streaming down his face. The forgiveness in his eyes was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and the world went