Personal Narrative: The Story Of A Parent's Life

It was dark and cold. I could feel pain in the air. As I wake from unconsciousness, I feel myself gasping for air. Time passes and I struggle to break free from the belts that latch me to my seat. I finally break loose, but my parents sit still, motionless and cold. Struggling to set my parents free, I was on my last breath. I could see the darkness again, my life was at an end. The next thing I know I’m lying on gravel, coughing up water, surrounded by many. “What’s your name son?” the strange man asked. “James!” I hear a voice from afar. “James! JAMES!”, the voice got louder then I suddenly got a pain across my face. “Wake up you no good for nothing child! You’re late for school!”, my foster mother shouted angrily. I took a deep breath as I reassured myself. “Every night I have a dream, the same dream where I relive the moment of my parent’s death.”, I thought to myself. I glanced at the clock, 7:05 o’clock. “Crap! I’m late!” I gathered my clothes quickly, brushed my teeth, and rushed to school. As I walked up the steps to the front of my school, I saw in the corner of my eye a girl with long brown, curly hair, big eyes, and a flawless face. “Alice.”, I whispered beneath my breath. “Alice.” Sitting in class, I watched the clock tick. I couldn’t think straight, my mind was focused on Alice. “Ring” the school bell rang. Class was now over. I quickly left class and took the long route home. I went through the park just to make sure I didn’t have to go home so soon. I …show more content…
“Good morning Ben”. “Good morning James. How are you feeling today?” “I 'm okay.” I replied. “How about we go for a walk on the bridge today?”, he suggested. “That sounds good, let me just get ready so we can go for that walk.” I got out of bed, brush my teeth, brushed my hair, threw on some clothes, and grab a quick breakfast. I grabbed my shoes quickly and ran out of the house so my foster parents would not see me or asked where I was