Personal Narrative: The Merciles Mongrel

When I wake, I go from darkness to the sunshine erupting in my eyes. I feel the need to get up but my body is working slower than my mind this morning. As I manage to lift myself up from my bed, I quickly remember that today is the day Papa leaves for his yearly hunting trip. Leaping to my feet, I dash to make sure he hasn't left yet. I slowly come to a stop when I see him fast asleep on the floor with an empty bottle of liquor placed in his hand. Papa hasn't been the same since his last hunting trip, when my mother was attacked by what the villagers call, The Mongrel, The Merciless Mongrel. Papa won't say it to me but I fear that he blames himself for her death. The guilt of not being home to protect her has pushed him to the bottom of a bottle. Even though I buried one parent, it feels that two have died. As I carry my father, a man who's weight is twice mine, to bed, he slips through my fingers and his body crashes upon the creaking floor boards. With a second to react, my entire body stiffens with worry and fright. After waiting for him to wake, Papa just lays below me in deep slumber. As I bend down once more to place him into my arms, I am taken back by the stench of alcohol in his breath and pores. This all lets me know …show more content…
Resiting the urge to look behind, I run to the stables to fetch a horse. As luck would have it, I managed to make it to the stables where I jumped onto my horse. I only managed to make it a few feet when The Mongrel propels itself at me and we plummet to the dirt. I am back to being pinned to the ground and, when I thought my death was certain, The Mongrel backs away from me once more but this time under a choice. My mind is screaming for me to run but my body is petrified in place. The Mongrel's head is shaking back and forth and Its front paws are brushing against the soil. If was were to guess, it appeared The Mongrel was fight Itself. My father is fighting The Mongrel from