Walking On Puka Shells-Personal Narrative

Walking on Puka Shells
I am walking down the coast of Hanalei Bay, barefoot, and my wetsuit clinging to my body. I am looking for something, but I am not sure of what that is. The sky is grey, something seems off. I look further down the beach and I see something that looks like a body. As I am running closer and closer, the shape begins to take form. The closer I get, the harder it becomes to run. When my eyes have completely focused on the no longer blurred shape — I realize what it is. Or rather...who it is. She is wearing a long ivory dress, no shoes, and a puka shell anklet. Her eyes are open and she won’t move. “MOM!”, I yell. “Mom you’ve got to get up! The tide is coming in!”. She doesn’t move. I start to move to wake her up, but as …show more content…
White walls, I am on a bed, and there is an IV in my arm. I look to what my IV is connected to and it looks as though it is merely saline. My heart starts beating a million times a minute. Panic is overcoming me. This has to be a bad dream. Reaching to take out the needle from I arm but I stop when I hear footsteps. I lay back down and pretend to be asleep. The footsteps getting closer and closer. Then they stop. I need to think fast. Or maybe not think at all… with all the energy I have I pull the IV out of my arm and swiftly jab it into the stranger’s leg. “AGHHH!” he screams in pain. I jump out of bed as he falls to the floor, my feet picking up speed as I leave the white room. In the hallway there are two ways to go, right or left. I turn left and head for the nearest exit. The first three doors I try are all locked. Then I look and try the fourth door. It opens. I slam the door behind me and lock it. My heart must have jumped out of my body somewhere in the hallway because I can no longer feel it. I can’t really feel anything. The room I am in is enormous. It looks like a hotel suite. How big can this house be? I can tell I am on a second story. BAM! The door swings open as the strange man’s body flies