A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

She had a brace around her neck and one of her eyes was swollen shut. She couldn’t speak, everything hurt. Her owner had returned her. He said she was defective, and the agency blamed her for the beating. The woman chided her that she should have pleased him more. If she had tried harder he wouldn’t have beat her. Rachel didn’t even have the strength to cry.

"Knock knock," I hear coming from the door. I open the door carefully to avoid alarming any other rebels at this hour of the night. Lincoln bounces through the doors with armfuls of food and supplies.

In Anniston, Abra opened her eyes and drew a large, gasping breath. Rather than jewels, her tears resembled a steadily rushing stream. She held her neck gingerly, rubbing at it and at the same time attempting to conceal her injury from her parents. It was sore, and she knew it would hurt even more later.

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

There was a burning sensation going down her cheeks, they wouldn't stop. And no matter how hard she tried to hold it back she just ended up sobbing harder, taking large stuttering breaths every second. She could barely see, the tears clouded her eyes and she felt oh-so weak.

Jay helped her get up and get how of the room with everyone else. They all neded to take a

Elis pulled at the bandages over his arm and peeking up his neck. He walked through the halls of the medical ward until he found the room he was searching for. He hesitated, hands shaking and bile rising in his throat. His eyes were still red, as was the rest of his face. The constant rubbing made his skin raw and painful, the scrapes not helping any. He recalled the advice from that night, not to get too focused. It was lessoned he learned the hard way

“Watch out for that rock!” yelled Ryan as he pulled the lever to release the throttle. “I know, I know,” shouted back Stanley “I’ve done this about a hundred times before, I think I know how to land.”

She felt the warm, sticky coalescence of blood on the back of her skull, still running in a thin trickle down the back of her neck, trailing down her spine and creating dark stripes on her skin.She was naked, her defenses and any protections stripped away, meant to deprive her of her dignity and pride.

She needed to see herself, to clean herself. But when the light illuminated her face, all she saw was blood. Coating her hair, her face, her dress- where sweat had once been, blood now dripped down her temples, down the bridge of her nose, over her lips. Her breath was caught in her throat as she clawed at her hair, her eyes darting around the bathroom for a towel, a rag, anything.

Her mother just stared blankly at the floor when she started to tear up. “Lights out”, she replied as tears started to flow down her cheeks like a waterfall. “Mum, I’m really sorry...I..I..didn’t mean it”, said Rydie. In silence, she walked back to her room while her mother sobbed quietly in the shadows of the

It was after that, that the terror came back. That she remembered everything that hurt. That more than once, faces that haunted her came back. Lingering touches that made her skin burn and bile rise to her throat. Where she felt like she had to scrub at her skin. To remove scars that she covered with magic.

She looked outside the window and saw freedom. Piles of dirty laundry began to consume her. It had been three days since she showered. Waking her into reality, a threatening howl made her skin crawl. She grabbed the pillow beside her, covering her ears as her eyes winced so tightly that tears began to stream.

Her legs shake almost violently as she stands, her sweaty hands leave a faint impression on the window frame. Somehow she makes it to the bathroom without any incident. She avoids the shaky reflection in the mirror at all costs. She knows what it will look like, pale and sickly with deep purple smudges under the eyes. Stepping into the shower Ellie makes sure the water is ice cold. She doesn't leave until she’s sure her lips are