Personal Narrative Fiction

“ Are you sure? I was standing right close. I could hear him gasping for breath.”

“Well,” he says when he’s by my side. He pauses there as if he’s going to say something more, like, I’m hoping what he meant by “You’re her,” but instead he just adds, “I’ll leave you to it,” and points up at God.

“I don’t want to do this, you know that.” Matts was on the verge of tears she knew what this meant, control, limitations, and no other ways out.

“He is and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.” I strain to keep my voice steady. My heart is thumping in my chest, heavy beats like a drum. To my surprise, they do not raise their voices. We continue talking in

I don’t reply and I don’t do what he wants. There’s no way on earth, I’m listening to him. His arm constricts around my neck and I gasp for air, dizziness flowing through me. I wonder how long I can hold out, but I don’t take that chance. “Alright,” I gasp, angrily.

"You have two choices. Either pay up, or I'm kicking your ass out on the street!" He screams, walking towards her. She takes another step back.

. . . for nothing in the world would I try to dissuade you from what you’re going to do;

“Fine, got interrogated by the victim. He's dead now so it doesn't matter,” I already knew who it was. I could already feel his blue eyes staring at me. He chuckled lightly.

“Ya just can’t.” You sigh and try to wiggle around him but he grabs you by the shoulders and pins you down to your couch. His blue eyes pierce into you; they weren’t malicious or angry, they were desperate. You sit there, perplexed and a bit indignant,

I press against the small of his neck, running the blade along his agitatedly defined jawline. “Let’s talk about what you did to me.” I dig the pointed end in his chin’s cleft. “There is no excuse good enough for what you did at the hotel and thereafter. You took a choice away from me.”

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

"She... fucking tortured him. For hours. He was begging her to kill him." I hiss at him. He doesn't struggle, or fight back. He knows that I can't kill or hurt him

"What does this friend of yours look like?" asked Judy, taking notes the entire time

“I still don’t believe that this is right, but I’ll do it if you stay quiet.”

“ Well, I tricked him into following me deep the catacombs of the palazzo and buried him alive and ever since then , I regret it.”