Descriptive Essay About My Birthday

I was kidnapped. The men stole me from the toy section in Wal-Mart. Said they’d buy me a Barbie. They just had to find my mother, is all, so she could give them permission. I told them she’s shopping and that I know exactly where she is. When I realized they weren’t wanting to go in that direction, I got scared and tried to run. But they were strong. They gripped me a pulled me and told me they’d kill my mom if I screamed. Their grips on my wrists tightened as

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

I notice something is reflecting the light from my phone, but I can't tell. I get a closer look and I realize it's a knife.Panic and Adrenaline fill my veins and scream for me to run or do something. But I don't move hoping he'll go away, his eyes flicker to me."I'll make you a balloon animal! I'll make it out of your skin." He says with a flat,dead tone with a haunting, bone chilling laugh that echoed through the room, and starts to raise the knife.

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

My vision blurs momentarily, then focuses and I freak out. I slap the hand away from me, scrambling back. Terror fires through me as my mind still tries registering what’s happening. I don’t get far in my scrambling as my back slams into a wall and I turn, panicking.

Before I can begin to plead again, a big, course, calloused hand covers my mouth, a muscled arm bands around my middle, and then I’m lifted off the ground, and hauled away. My screams stifled, my struggles futile.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

When I woke up, I couldn’t muster the strength to even hold my head up, but I could open my eyes. Looking around, I saw I was chained to a table with very loose chains. I also saw a man

I shake my head. The chances of me escaping the demon are thin. At least with another human, I’m on the same playing-field. As I run, trying to find a stair case or a window close to the ground.

A door closes and then I feel somebody start to rub my arm, "Mallory, please wake up. I can't do this again, I can't lose my family in 6 months. It's not fair, you didn't need to do this honey. Why? It should've been me, not you." I hear a voice that I distinguish as that of my mom.

I woke to shouting and banging on my door. I grabbed my pocket watch from the side of my bed; it read 4 o’clock. Who would be at my door this early in the morning? I thought. My body was dragged from the bed as I trudged along to my front door.

Despite the men buzzing with thrill and excitement to witness that a lanky scrawny man like me is going against a menacing undefeatable wall of restrain. I could still perceive my heart pound like a thousand drum as adrenaline rush through my brain. Coldly i begin move towards the wall. As i placed both feet on the stone my feet decided to plant itself onto the stone due to the horrific nature of the outcome my body becomes still. But fear propelled me to leap toward the rope getting hold of it i realise that gravity was acting against me, the rope was as slippery as a politicians conscience my grasp begin to loosen, my palms are feeling restless. Upon getting to the tip of the brick I could detect an unpleasant odour of gas coming from the chamber surrounding me and it pulling me back with a force mightier than storm itself.

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.