“Do you want to come in and talk, you look… sad.”
Ralph said interrupting my thoughts. I recoiled. What was he doing! Why was he being so nice… he should have slammed the door in my face like he would have done so many years ago. “No” I said firmly... “I want to kill you… Get down on your hands and knees, and beg... BEG! I say. Beg for your life. Then maybe... just maybe... I will spare your life.” He started at me eyes as big as the moon (Simile). “Beg” I say with an edge to my voice. I felt a chill run down my spine as the wind picked up and howled (Personification).
He drops to the ground…“THUD” his knees hit hard... so hard I didn’t know if they had broke or not. He turns his head, to hide the tears. The tears of sorrow, for never coming to get me, for never calling, for not being there for me… Did he even remember me I thought? I grab his face with my …show more content…
He started bleeding like the Nile River was flowing out of his leg (Hyperbole). The gun dropped to the ground…“Ralph! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to…” I stumble for words as my glaze drops to his leg. The blood is pouring out; I can feel last night’s dinner coming up. “I’m so sorry.” I say as I turn to run. I run to my briefcase hidden in the bushes to grab my phone. I dial 911, only to hang up each time the operator picks up. I take a deep breath, and dial one last