Personal Narrative

Improved Essays
The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, I could hear the leaves rustling on the ground. It was the perfect day out today and anyone could tell. I close my eyes and just listen to the beautiful sounds of nature, wondering what all the birds were saying. Sometimes I think like that, just wondering the unknowable, I guess that’s something about me not many people know. I can hear soft footsteps but I don’t open my eyes, only shift my mouth into a small smirk. I feel someone's warm, kind of rough hands go over my eyes.
I'm almost scared now, they don’t only put their hands over my eyes, but tie a blindfold around them too. I smile, though, thinking it's my boyfriend, Austin, giving me a surprise because it's our one year anniversary today, and he's the only one who knows about this place. I've been coming out here everyday since I was a kid, its where my dad use to bring me when I had a bad day, just to show me how no matter how bad the world seems there's still beauty in it.
They grab my hands and have me stand up, it was rough, but Austin does have a tendency to be a little rough when he doesn’t mean to. "What are you doing," I say while laughing and with a big smile on my face. It worries me when he doesn’t reply, the smile was instantly wiped off my face. It wasn’t like Austin to not reply to me,
…show more content…
I know that next they will do my hands and I have no way of getting out, they are too strong. they duct tape my wrists to each other like I thought and I feel them pick me back up and out me in their van. I can hear them shut the door and I try to move my legs and feel around in here for something I can use. I don’t hear them, at all, they must be outside talking. "my cell phone," I think to myself, but my arms are tied so I can't get it out of my back pocket. I try rubbing my pocket that has my phone in it onto the ground in order to get it out but it doesn’t

Related Documents

  • Improved Essays

    My legs are chained to the ground and the prison cell is dark and dusty with only one window which is impossible to reach. I have no idea where I am in the world. Everyday a masked man with a rough voice comes to torture me. Today he unchained my legs and started to beat with a long metal crowbar. He smacks me with it across my face.…

    • 980 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    My story… Day 10 I been held captived for 10 days now not knowing where i am and they finally gave me paper for i can write in my journal not knowing who and why they took me. Im being held in a basement with little light it’s cold the hard floor is cold as winter snow on my feet there are boxes on the floor with cans of food. I was looking around and all i saw was boxes and old dolls that you would collect. Day 15 Today i opened a can of food that i found in the boxes it was good compared what i been eating and while i was eating the basement door opened i was scared to let them see me eating so i quickly hid the can inside of one of the boxes and sat down.…

    • 490 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Great Essays

    Gone, but Not Gone According to 2014 statistics, about 40% of the United States’ African - American population is incarcerated. Meaning, 40% of African – American homes are missing a vital member of their family. I was part of that 40% with a loved one incarcerated. Up until that point of my life, I always thought incarceration was the attempt to rehabilitate the offender.…

    • 1047 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Great Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 681 Words
    • 3 Pages

    Faith is the belief in something greater than us one can put full trust, confidence, and reliance on when difficult times arise. I was raised to be involved with church activities to maintain my spiritual life; additionally my faith grew dramatically when my cousin deceased and gave me an overview of what I wanted to pursue my career as. When I was a child, my parents encouraged me to always be as loving and caring as I could be, not for personal gain, but to be benevolent to the people around me. I was raised with two loving parents, Mario and Rebeca, along with a younger brother, Mario and older sister, Ana.…

    • 681 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 443 Words
    • 2 Pages

    I was 23 before I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder. As far back as Elementary school I knew that there was something “off” in the way that I processed information. That my ability to do well academically was somehow hindered by not having certain tools that I needed, tools I wasn’t even aware existed. In high school, I began to augment my deficits with strengths. Where my grades were lacking I made up for it through creativity; I excelled at art and photography.…

    • 443 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 800 Words
    • 4 Pages

    I could smell leather. My hands were trembling, I didn’t even have the energy to pick myself up from the floor. Then it hit me, I was inside some kind of old van. I could see windows with a bright light shining through and 2 rows of rusty metal seats on both sides of me. I…

    • 800 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Superior Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 1175 Words
    • 5 Pages

    I first met nate the beginning of the summer before freshman year. I was 14. he had just turned 21. he was home for the summer and since I was often over at this younger brothers house- we were together often and I have never fallen for anyone so hard.…

    • 1175 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Superior Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 776 Words
    • 4 Pages

    I sat there in the hard seat of my desk and waited patiently. The scent of Lysol was overwhelmingly powerful in the room, but I knew by the third week it would be overpowered by the smell of musty children and chalk dust. I could not wait for my new teacher to saunter up to me, eyes full of admiration, and give me my paper. I had worked hard on it for nearly two months during the summer prior to this new school year. Looking around the room at my new classmates, it was easy to tell who had done the summer assignments, especially with their conspicuous faces.…

    • 776 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    They grab my arms and hoist me in. I am so cold that I am unable to move or speak. “John get the blankets! Oh my gosh, he survived! Boy, do you realise what you have done?…

    • 1514 Words
    • 7 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 1154 Words
    • 5 Pages

    In third grade, a boy named Blake - a notorious troublemaker - would chase every girl during class trying to kiss her on the lips. Most of the girls gave in eventually. It was easier to give in than to keep running. When it was my day to be chased, I turned to him, grabbed his glasses off his pudgy face, and stomped on them in front of all the kids on the blacktop. He ran to the principal's office and cried.…

    • 1154 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 807 Words
    • 4 Pages

    Imagine a cool, crisp, January morning waking up at my best friend’s house, I found myself tired. Knowing the events I would face today I would have needed a lot more energy than I had. Regretting that I’d stayed up all night, I got a shower then continued to get warm clothes on. As my dad pulled up my friend, Sydney, and I jumped in the car. Heading to the skating rink in Hohenwald, I was excited.…

    • 807 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 951 Words
    • 4 Pages

    Being a seventeen year old mother of two beautiful babies has taught me so many new things and also made me mature a lot faster. I have a 1 ½ year old little prince and a 3 week old little princess. We still live at home with my dad and two sisters. I just started my senior year I Cal-Safe and I will be finishing next month.…

    • 951 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 579 Words
    • 3 Pages

    “Please! Please don’t leave me!” you cried, your English accent thick. “Anna,” I breathed, “you can’t stay here any longer, I don’t want you to see me like this. Leave.”…

    • 579 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 850 Words
    • 4 Pages

    When I was younger I always seemed to get into trouble. I found school and home really boring so I did things to make it more exciting. I disobeyed everyone who though they were in charge of me. No one can tell me what to do. My grades were terrible and my social life was not any better.…

    • 850 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Personal Narrative

    • 602 Words
    • 3 Pages

    When everyone around me was struggling from diseases and starvation, I was curious about almost everything happening around me. My friends were fighting against malnutrition, and I too had to sleep several nights with an empty stomach. This experience taught me to struggle and learn to do something better to help everyone. I still remember all those harsh days living in a refugee camp. There were thousands of huts – shelters built with bamboo and thatched with plastic.…

    • 602 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays