Dan Russell's The Breakers-Personal Narrative

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

My dad made awful jokes that somehow made us laugh, and we were always in a good mood. Another great memory we all made together was when we saw Arnold Schwarzenegger in our hotel. He was staying in the same hotel, and we saw him more than once during that week. We also found out Law and Order: SVU was filming there season premiere in a part of the hotel. California is definitely my family’s home away from home, and we experience so many great things when we visit there.

He stopped in the middle of the woods, panting. As he looked up, the sky was getting brighter by the minute. He continued to run, but as he did he changed. His eyes were a piercing red like the blood he hungered for. His agility grew and soon all you could see was a blur. His usual thick-set build became unbelievably ripped, but as improvements came the part of that everyone knew and loved faded. The need for self-preservation kicked in. The loving, caring part became a detached, lonely, and hungry soul just in one long howl.

He walked across to the writing table, took up the key and stared at it intently.

Darian woke in a puddle of blood. He stayed there in the warmth for what could have been seconds or hours, never once opening his eyes. Darian could sense the crisp, winter air blowing around his body, but he couldn’t feel it. When he finally opened his eyes, the blinding sky, swirled with varying tones of gray, looked blurry, staticky. The young man looked down at his body and found that he was wearing a white t-shirt and pair of shorts, something he knew he would never wear. It didn’t occur to Darian that though he was lying in a puddle of blood, his clothes were left unstained.

It was a hard day at work. I went home to sit on the balcony. I watched the street fill slowly with people. I watched their interactions as I always did while basking in the sunlight. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the streets below. I sat like this for a while, tanning my already sun-kissed face. The sun always made my mind go foggy. Opening my eyes, I decided to tune back into the lives of the people walking below. I saw a funeral procession pass by. Children that had been running on the street parted so the cars could pass by. The glare off of the windows blinded me and I had to look away. Cars continued to whir, people continued to laugh; the world continued on.

Leaving her, Smith walked home, preoccupied with his thoughts. He couldn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned, he was wide awake and strangely nervous. It was about five-thirty when he finally decided to get up. He picked up the evening's paper from the floor. There was no report of his murder; there were murders, but not his. He thought about his murder then and realized with a slight shock of fear that it had been on his mind all the time. It was the thing keeping him from sleep, not her.

Just when I thought about returning inside to escape the breaths of invisible fire, the still scenery was interrupted from the corners of my eyes as I saw a glimpse of white run through. Turning back around, my eyes locked onto the eyes of a small creature, no taller than my waist and full of fur. The dog’s tail wagged curiously and sat down as if waiting for me as I slowly approached the animal. Upon stopping a few steps before it, my heart dropped when I saw the blistering wound on the small body. Blood slowly trickled down, mixing with the matted and dirty fur. Unaffected by the seemingly painful wound, the lost dog panted happily to be able to company after a long, agonising day in the heatwave. Seeing the large wound sent my whole mind into panic, the owner of the dog could not be seen or found anywhere within the few deserted streets and the poor dog was exhausted from the heat and injury. The hot, wave like fumes rippling the air and the molten-like asphalt did not help at all to calm down my thinking as I ushered the dog into our house to shelter it from the heat wave. Thinking back, it was

Everyone who was caught young or old was getting tired of being pushed around, but if you ever spoke up you would either be taken away and never seen again or you would be shot with a magic bullet. Jellal was one of the people who never gave up hope on one day escaping, so he devised a plan and took Erza, Lilly, and Buck with him so that they could all escape and find their families once more. Everything was going great until a soldier heard them coming and called for backup. When the captain of the soldiers came asked the group of kids who was the one leading them. A message came up on the captain communicator and the kids took this time to think about what they are going to do. Jellal said they he was the one leading him so he should be the one that is taken, but Erza could not accept and said that she should be the one to be taken so Jellal can continue to lead them. Jellal didn’t like her plan and everyone

She gradually got back to normal. Her sleep patterns were fixed again and the irritability in her behavior was completely gone in a few weeks’ time.

Casey sat there, that plain desk looking at the teacher standing at the podium at the front of the room. The room had seemed to feel like it was closing in on them, suffocating them until they were dead fish. Casey looked around a bit, he then saw something in the corner of the room, it was a dark black shadow creeping up from the floor and stalking towards him as if he was prey. Because that was what he was. He was prey. The figure then rushed right into him, through every limb his body, he was now light,as light as a feather, he was not heavy anymore. Casey could feel something.. Something he's never felt before. Something inside him. He felt-, Alive. He felt like he was living for a change. The sparkle in his eyes returned like a firework in the night-sky . It was like something clicked inside of him. He felt the feelings come rushing inside him like a dam that had been destroyed, His normality had been destroyed, and he was free from the curse of-,

Mark and Lucas dropped us off and I and Matt just stood there staring at the house. “I hate you very much right now” Matt said and I smiled “oh well, let’s go” We jumped over the gate and grabbed the flashlight. As I flashed the light I saw a black figure through the window curtains. “Did you see that?” I asked Matt and he looked at me. “See what?” I was probably just seeing things. “Uh, nothing. It’s probably just my mind playing games.” I said and we walked to the front door. I moved the vines that were blocking the door and opened the door slowly. “It smells like a dead animal in here” Matt said and we walked inside. “What if it’s not dead animal?” I asked, looking at Matt just to tease him a bit. He looked at me with his big eyes and I laughed. “Shut up!” He whispers yelled. “I’m just

“Danny. Danny!” My teacher yelled. I woke up confused while everybody is staring at me like hawks. I explained that I was day dreaming but she wasn’t listening, so I told myself “Only 10 more minutes.” Beep! The class rose and bolted out the classroom door. The halls looked like a giant pack of buffalo herding down the halls, when I was walking I saw my friends exit the main doors.

It was very seldom that I ventured into town, and consequently having to make such a trek was awfully dreaded. I knew it was inevitable, so I decided not to dwell on the matter and lapped up the remnants of scrambled eggs from my plate with one final scoop, pushed the dirty dishes aside, and stood to my feet. The lids of my eyes began to feel wearily heavy as I suddenly yearned for sleep; perhaps it was due to the emotional whirlwind at such an early hour of the day. I started for the front door and swiped my jacket from the coat rack with my right hand while simultaneously pulling the door open with my left, embracing a slightly cooler breeze as I skipped down the walkway leading from my domain towards town. I took a quick glance in the direction of the house cattycorner to the left side of mine finding Richard Vance hauling a few large boxes, but still no sign of Margaret. I refused to allow my mind to venture down a dark alleyway of uncertainty and paranoia, but I did find it rather peculiar that Margaret had yet to surface the morning after she seemingly feared returning home too late. But, just as I feared, my thoughts of such matters began to overtake my mind, thoughts of potential domestic violence scaring me into physically shaking my head loose of them. I played it off as if a bug of some sort was flying about my face, however I honestly didn’t know if anyone was truly watching. Regardless of the Vance’s personal matters, or lack of, I still thought it was an

Everything was good until I started noticing that she was starting to become a little