Personal Narrative Fiction

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. “

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

“You okay?” the voice asked. I bolted up and and stared at the boy sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, talking to me. He had chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, looked pretty tall, and about my age. Instead of wearing the all white outfit I had seen the other males wearing in the eerie room, he wore a white V-neck t-shirt with blue jeans, and a pair of expensive looking brown shoes. I broke my gaze with him to look at myself. I was still wearing the white dress, barefoot, and my hair still hung at my

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

I heard the clicking of guns as the slaughter temporarily ceased. I knew this was my chance, and so did many others. There were two groups, those who ran like hell, and those who didn’t want to leave the dead behind. Regardless of your group, we were all given mere seconds before the hellfire resumed.

I backed against the wall and tried to stay quiet. Loud thumps shook the ground. "Alister, what is down here that could be that big?" Light boomed in my direction. I squinted my eyes from how bright it was. When the flash died down I opened my eyes to a roaring path of burning flesh. Shadows of skulls and torn bodies danced the walls. The thumps grew closer. "I guess I'm about to find

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

"..... You heard the scream too, didn't you?" He was pretty sure he wasn't hallucinations, but he needed confirmation anyway. People don't just vanish into thin air. Nothing seemed out place, however, there was a sense of uneasiness around

I stood up from the bed, waking Duke up in the process. He jumped down from the bed, giving me a goofy grin, happy that I was fine. "Good boy," I said, scratching his head. I walked over to the door and put my hand on the doorknob, about to open it until I heard voices outside my door.

I slumped into the nearest chair. My chest ached, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the continuing fear of what I thought he was about to do to me or if it was from the anger I could feel rising from my belly. Anger that was threatening to turn to rage.

Retreating, we retraced our steps to the lowest floor, the land we all knew so well, and placed the masks - that fit like gloves - back on our faces. The sound of fast footsteps slowly stopped behind us; we slammed the door behind us and waited to hear the last bodies fall to the floor. This was it. We were finally alone, and

Tobias peered down at me and quickly slipped his gun into the back of his waistband. He grabbed my hand and led me away.

And with that moment I knew it was all going downhill. The mechanized gears in my brain were clanking and screeching, the temples in my head swelled with a crimson radiance, blood shot straight up to my ears engulfing them in sea of flames, my breath was rapid and my body was twisted and strained so tight that you could practically

He ran out of the way before I took the shot. ‘’Shoot’’ I said to myself. I was about to run after him, then I heard shots. Then I saw what he was running from, a group of his friends also with semi-automatic BB guns. I was going to make a break for it, but my brother was behind the trash can behind me. Suddenly, my brother got out of his hiding and started shooting at them, but he had to hide because he needed to reload. They were slowly approaching.

“It’s nothing.” He finally huffed, snapping his eyes back onto the man, shaking his loose dreads from their tie. He stood up and whispered, the draconic strange on Daksha’s ears, especially coming from the mouth of a human. He watched as the white scaling of the armor released from the man, falling into his waiting arms. Daksha stiffened, had the build of him always been this appealing? Omari groaned, notching his armor behind his shoulder and giving the man a passive wave before turning to leave.