Personal Narrative: Drinking Water

And there he was again. Panic surged through me as I was held in his

“With the knife I had, I opened his chest to that place…. I inserted the knife point, and with great difficulty, at last i pulled it out”

As I awaited my death I tried to figure out what I did that made him so mad, I was thinking about all of them and then as I saw him wind up to charge at me I figured out what I had done, I took some of the food that he was saving, which wasn’t even that good.

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

The rising sun was orient in the blue sky. Dewdrops sparkle in the morning sun. Someone patted me on the back. The man whipped out a knife. He was a fat clumsy and dirty looking man. His hair had been badly cut and the ends were uneven. The sight made me stop dead in my tracks. Fear stole into my heart. He cowed me with his threats. The smell of smoke clung to his clothes.On the one hand, he had pressed and held both my hands. On the other hand, he continually stroked my body. He just bear down on me with all his strength so I was unable to repel and move. The rough cloth pricked my skin.Then I just lost it and started screaming. "Stop it !" I bellowed at him. My word made no impression on him. No one was on the scene at the time. Why he did it? What was his intention in doing that? How could this happen to me? Why should it be me? After that, every step I took sent the pain shooting up my thighs. I could not breathe. As I straightened up, the ache in my back grew worse. I bore the pain without a word of complaint. I thought it would

My Parents always told me people who laugh at their own mistakes will get everyone else to laugh along with them. Two days ago, I learned that he was right. “Stay in line”, Mr. Mark said. I knew right away that my friend Linda wouldn’t be able to cut. I looked at Naomi and smirk. Soon, the line began to move faster, and I followed along praying that there would still be Shrimp soup. When I reaches the counter, I looked at the choices. I could only see Fish, Broccoli, Tater Tots, cheese, and chicken. I could only hear the loud rumbling of my very VERY disappointed stomach. “shrimp soup”’ I said politely. Mr. Mark handed me the soup. I took the bowl so

I had already put the blade back into it's scarab and had hoisted my rucksack over my shoulder. I'm not sure what to believe, or what is reality anymore. I'm doing this for you

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 then proceeded to grow into a man, his skin turned blue and two more arms grew out of his body. He looked as if he was hundreds of years old but how could he still be alive. He pulled a knife from his pocket out and held it to my neck.

I stood there helpless, no choice, as I felt the cold blade slowly move across my head. Over and over again. Cutting every last piece of my identity, changing who I am, and what I look like. My hair was like the green grass that will eventually grow back. The cord brushes against my wrist many times, a towel draped around my shoulders to catch all of the pieces of my dark beautiful hair that will soon be gone. It feels as if I am loosing my life, my story, my everything. Having the fear of people looking at me or even staring at me everywhere I go. The stress of people feeling bad for me and me not knowing what to say. Staring into my eyes I see flashbacks of my childhood. When the days were better. When I could go see my friends and they didn't have to come and see me.

I turned once more and flinched as the feeling of being torn in two felt even more real. Ronen stood there, blood still running down his chest, but his eyes filled with fire. His hand holds me at my back while a fist his thrust towards my stomach. Something foreign was lodged in my midsection and filled me with fire and ice at the same time. I look down and see the hilt of a blade buried in my stomach, dripping blood.

Every swing, from left to right, back and forth, to and fro, the massive blade is brought down a notch, closer and closer with each consecutive swing. What was a once few feet above me is now mere inches from my torso. I have urged myself to scream but the tight ropes would only allow me to utter only a small sound, unable to scream, unable to escape, I watch the blade swing menacingly.

The warm blood runs over my fingers as I grasp his throat, digging my fingers into the deep, seemingly endless wound where my blade had danced only but a minute ago. His body is convulsing slowing coming to a halt by the second as I look into his eyes while watching the life drain from from them and into my soul. I bet my dad would be proud now, as he would always look into my eyes with the look that he would have his hands wrapped around my throat, dangling my body in the air until I pass out. Furthermore, I would wake up sore and bloody, however, I gift them death. Nonetheless, this would end their suffering which I never received.

To the Blade’s shock, the man in black didn’t even ask another question. He reached out and grabbed the Blade by the arm. “You’re coming with me.” The man’s grip was like iron, and the Blade was yanked nearly off his feet.