Arabell A Fictional Narrative

I was so scared and timid I was just hiding in the corner. After I saw Stacey outside she started to run to the door without hesitation and he started to tackle me and started to throw punches. I didn’t want to fight but I had to. So I fought back, It hurt it felt like my eye is broken. But I kept on trying to tell him that I tried to help but I never got out the words.

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

An elbow smashes into my jaw and nose, blood instantly gushing from my nose. I drop to one knee, refusing to fall completely. Rage rushes through me as I breathe hard and try to gather my wits. He suddenly drops my wrist and a boot flies in the corner of my eye and ends in my ribs.

I was in absolute terror at this point, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t feel anything other than dread and pain. When she finished the call she handed my phone back to me, and I just stood there in front of the girl’s bathroom in complete shock. This is happening. An ambulance is coming to our school. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE? I fell to my knees and broke down, burying my face in my hands. What have I done? Why is this happening? Thoughts were piercing my head as I sat in shock, feeling everything in slow motion as it flashed before my eyes. My friend saw my horrified expressions and carried me to the classroom farthest away from the scene, which was were the rest of the cast was to stay out of the way of the police and doctors. This was probably an odd sight so see due to my long and large stature compared to my somewhat smaller friend who was carrying me, but it was an act of kindness nevertheless, and I still appreciated their generosity. Upon entering the classroom, a complete riot commenced. No one knew how to react. Some were crying, others were calming them down, and some were silently staring into oblivion. I dried my tears and cleared my throat as I stood at the front of the

I knelt down beside the man. His almost lifeless body lay helpless he had welts on every part of his body and he had blood seeping through and staining his light blue shirt I checked for a pulse, I found it, however it was Irregular. Panic gripped my body almost like a dark shadow that appears when the sun retrieves behind the clouds. I then called down the street for help from any of the by standing civilians, but shatteringly none of them responded. I yelled Randy to call for an ambulance and he ran off. I could see the man was unconscious and I was deeply concerned and nervous. While Randy had gone, I repetitively tried to regain the man’s consciousness by lightly tapping him on the face and asking him if he was able to hear me. However, he remained unresponsive.

She swung at me hitting me right in the cheek. I swung back before I knew

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

Halfway home I saw this woman crying over something ,but I was not close enough to see it. Being the nosey person I am I just had to go see what the big fuss was about. Not the best idea ,but I still went on with it. I walked up to the women the tapped on her shoulder; when she turned around I was frozen we fear. The object was no long unidentifiable ,nope it was as clear as day that the women had been crying over a dead guys body. I was petrified, I could not think, talk, or even begin to understand why this beautiful women was crying over this dead body. So I asked her, “umm..ma'am… are you ok?”,she did not answer the first time so I poked her again and asked “do you want me to call 911?” that's when she finally reacted. The women went ballistic on me and began to call me very mean names she jolited up and made a move as if she was going to come after me so I did what everyone would do...run. I ran till my legs gave out. I stopped when I realized I had no clues where I was and did not have my phone on me. My head was spinning I know that this is when I was going to die. I did not have it in me to keep on going; my feet were bleeding from these heels that I somehow still had on. I was just about to lose all my hope ,but then I saw bus stop and decided I needed to sit down and rest. I had not realized just how tired I was until I felt my eyelid flider

“Hey Hey Hey” I said as I tried to elbow her to the ribs. She was too far away to hit because she held me in a distance as she learned from past incidents. She opened the doors and stepped in, then when she was in, the doors slammed

The people who came to help me-they…they're dead. Fear started to consume your mind. If you were able to move, you might have started to shake. You thought you would never see another murderer this close again in your life time!

Turning the light on and closing the door as I enter. Turning around I am faced with the same little girl that I locked in a room alone for twelve years, only giving her the smallest portion for food to just keep her alive. She looks me dead in the eyes with a look of pure evil written across her face. In one hand she wields a knife that looks like it is from the kitchen portion of my room. In the other she holds a heart that seems to still barely be beating. Shaking my head I back away to try and escape but before I can make it to the door Lizzy lunges at me and before I realize it there is a knife sticking out of my chest where my heart is. She start to slice my abdomen open, pulling out my intestine right before my very eyes. Everything goes black as I face the fact that, the most perfect patient I have ever had has been a lie. My final feeling is my heart being ripped out of my body still beating in her blood covered little

He came at me, I snapped my fingers. I was behind him. Then boom, he used it. Time felt like it stopped. I could see him hitting me, but no pain. Then I felt it, every hit he landed all at once. It hurt I thought I was going die. I coughed up some blood and stood up. He did it again, but even harder. I got up and concentrated waiting for him to do it again. Then he used it, I saw his fist coming, I snapped my fingers. I was behind him and came for a kick; it hit him with enough force to break the ground. He got up, his face looking surprised.

It was the most disturbing thing in the world. I was in complete shock, I didn’t want to move in fear of her hurting me, but I didn’t want to stay and watch either. I finally worked up the nerve to ask her what’s going on, she looked at me, but looked through me. She mumbled, “It’s time for me to rest.” And all of a sudden she put her hands on my face and opened her mouth, then some kind of black tar started to come out. Next thing I knew my mouth started to open against my will and the black tar filled my lungs. After that everything went

Then in less than half a second I was in the ER. Alice was standing over me fear in her eyes, I look around and see blake isn’t here. I also notice that I am hooked up to an IV tube. Seems like a bit much for hitting your head on a table in a restaurant, I thought to myself. I see a tray with a bloody knife on it. What in the world happened with that?! I started getting scared, Alice was crying. I tried to look around the room again but my head wouldn’t move the time. I tried to speak but started choking on water.

I was about to tell him to go home when all of a sudden I heard a loud noise and blood sprayed across my face.