Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

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.

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.

My first reaction was to fight, and I sprinted, pain forgotten, over to the creature, my hands already in fists, a fierce look on my pale face.

He watched with hurt in his eyes, "No, Y/N- I can't fight you, I-I refuse to-" His voice shook awfully. He begged you to stop it, but there was nothing to stop. At this point, you were no longer controlling your body. You lifted the sword and pointed it at him.

My throat had grown dry and each passing breath sent a blaze through me. The further I bolted into the forest, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots painted a maze on the ground and the flora became thick and lush, forming an arch above my head. The forest reeked of age. The composting, organic fragrance rose up in

I clawed at my back, trying to staunch the blood gushing from my back. I sank to the ground, writhing in pain as I was slowly surrounded by figures cloaked in black. My breathing grew ragged as they drew closer to me. I glared

Anger was rising in me and I couldn't just stand there doing nothing, while I'm getting continually punched and kicked like

As I thought about it, Alastier stopped and reached out to me, grabbing my shirt sleeve and stopping me from going any farther.

My instincts kicked in and I immediately tensed all over and listened. It sounded like three or four people at least, and they weren't trying to be quiet. I heard a twig snap and a swish of clothing. I reached quickly, pulling my sword out, and just in time, I blocked a blow that would have severed my neck and head.

“BOOM!” we heard a gunshot. Finn and I both turned around, frightened by the sound right behind us.

His punch was near my face before my weapon hit the ground, his fingers flying by the side of my temple. I moved as fast as possible, hopping to the right to avoid the attack. I ducked and punched him in the stomach. His body cowered backwards in response, my fist missing by an inch.

"Oh Lord, Randy what are you doing!" Randy raised a large stick over my head and slammed it fast. Darkness ate at the corner of my vision and I fell to the floor.

I kicked him in the private area and rolled away while he grunted in pain.

Before I could delve any further into my thoughts, a hand landed on my back. Whoever the culprit was, it sure as hell didn't feel like they held back. The force sent me staggering forwards.