Personal Narrative Fiction

“Okay,” Ethan said, three minutes later. “I’ve got the address. 820 Swan Street we should be there in a few more minutes. “So, I guess you were right Howie. It really was this Hellhound-werewolf thing.”

I slipped the note into Logan’s locker and walked off. He’s never going to find out that it’s me. He’s way too oblivious, I thought to myself as I walked into 7th hour.

I was searching through my closet for a nice dress to wear when I heard a knock on my door. I turned around to see my mother leaning in my doorway.

“It felt like … like… it was real” he whispered. He began patting his upper body checking for bullet wounds.

I watched as Judal looked around the dark room. The way he gently caressed the bed of stone. The way his hands would clench into fists as thoughts would run wildly through his mind. We watched him out of curiosity as to why he decided to come down to the palace dungeon in the first place. His gaze rested upon a certain treasure chest that sat in front of chains that were connected to the walls. His body wavered a bit not going unnoticed by any of us. Alibaba went over to his friend to make sure he was alright. "Judal...?" A whimpering sound could be heard from the magi as he muttered something. "Alibaba what is he saying?" I asked.

The next morning is relatively normal, except for the fact Mom hadn't spoken a word to me, barely even acknowledged I was there. Being the type of person I am, I took great offense to it. What had I done to get that reaction out of her?

I groaned as I felt a lips being pressed gently to my forehead. I turn slightly in the bed before pulling the pillow near me, closer. I soon felt myself falling back asleep.

As I sat aimlessly rubbing my hands together, the walls trembled; taking in air sharply when I hear the reverberation. The sweat on my forehead drips off like an IV bag at the hospital.

I had to push myself to go even faster. They were so close that I could feel the cold rolling from underneath the black fog surrounding their unholy bodies. Faceless bodies screamed their fury at me as I ran from my latest hiding space.

Wow, that’s a scary situation involving the pistol. I firmly remember a view incidents myself that will forever be planted in my mind. I’ll share one story. I used to go outside and play baseball with my friends out in the street, but with a tennis ball. As stupid kids, we decided to hit a few rocks instead of tennis balls. I stupidly hit the rock and smashed one of the neighbor’s windows. The neighbor was furious about it and started demanding my mother to pay for it. I remember the neighbor yelling at my mother, while my mother was just taking it. My mother wasn’t confrontational. My father pulled up in a car while this was going on. He ran out and threatened the neighbor’s life and gave my mother the “evil” eye which wasn’t a good sign. I saw my mother and father barge in the house and slam the front door.

The kids entered the trapdoor and climbed down as fast as they could. They could hardly handle the fear screaming inside of them. When they reached the bottom, Kathy dashed towards them. Met realized there was no hope and she froze. Kathy was dashing straight towards her. As Johnathan ran, he realized May wasn't possessed, and he wasn't either.

It didn’t take long for the few memories I had left to fade. Soon, I fell into the rhythm of the house without questioning anything. The fuzz in my brain went slowly away, but I failed to remember the details of my past. Even what happened in the alley had disappeared from my head. But I lost interest in finding out, falling in to my new life easily.

There was just something nostalgic about the scent she breathed in. It reminded her of home…it reminded her of him. There was no going back to the old days. Every single moment was now a memory…one that she could lose.

I look over the edge and I can see his broken body below, beckoning me to follow. Stepping over the railing I feel my heart in my throat. I close my eyes and begin to lean forward preparing to fall, but before I’ve got a chance to let go a hand wraps itself around my wrist and pulls me back. My eyes snap open and I see a girl who must be around my age holding me back.

I do wonder if Sean knew Jacques was in town and that was why he was so adamant that Patrick and I leave. Was that the secret that he had kept from me?