Personal Narrative Fiction

Hissing out a curse under his breath, he slams his mouth to mine again and drinks me ‘til I’m breathless.

I creep up to the scene when all of a sudden a man jumps out at me. He is wearing a ski mask so I can't see his face, but I knew that he was going to be the cause of the worst night of my life. He has me in his arms and I'm struggling to get away. The man is incredibly strong and very athletic. I feel as if I had no chance to get away, but all of a sudden the man steps on a piece of broken glass and cries out in pain. I manage to slip through his arms and I sprint to my room on the third

She turns her head looking right at me, her face becomes bright red, just as red as the roses I had on the counter. Her eyes become bigger than a golf ball, and she sprints right at me. But before I can process what just happened, her face is a foot from mine.

The boy suddenly spoke, “Don't worry. They stopped drugging you a few days ago. That’s just to give your body nutrients. Just close your eyes. And don’t make a scene when they come back, or they’ll drug you again.”

"Yeah. Right." Not dressed in that getup she's wearing. Her sweats look like they belong to someone five times her size.

I quickly run to her and put my hand on her back. I look her in the eyes. There blankly starring ahead at something. Searching the air in front of us, as if there was a picture there. People around us start to stare, luckily her hoodie is somehow still up.

“You don’t just feed junk to someone after two months of-” He cut himself off, groaning and rubbing his temples. It didn’t look like the coffee was doing much for him.

Then she giggled with secret merriment. Then she turned her body slowly and lithely, without lifting her feet. Her hands dropped limp at her sides. She tilted herself towards me on her toes. She fell straight back into my arms. I had to catch her or let her crack her head on the tessellated floor. I caught her under her arms and she went rubber-legged on me instantly. I had to hold her close to hold her up. When her head was against my chest she screwed it around and giggled at me.

“Why did you have to steal the serum, look where it has gotten you.” he said

I woke up to the sound of carnival music and familiar laughter of a child that are blaring through the walls. What the heck? I dazedly get out of bed, noticing the door wide open, and the hallway light is swirling with vibrant colors. I could feel my feet walking me out of the room, almost as if someone’s pulling the strings of my movements, not letting me have any control whatsoever.

"I always dress nicely for this one," he says gesturing toward Katie. "Now what happened to your other dress?"

"Yes, My Queen it is. It is a very strange piece of clothing." a tailor woman said.

“I was a model, you know?” said Leslie flipping her hair and rolling her eyes, in the most aggressive way

gently, instead she wriggles and moans… like she wants to get away from something. I on the

Looking at the picture, I again notice how clearly her hand shows up on my elbow. The picture doesn’t show how tense her hand is as it fights to keep me in the picture. It doesn’t show how tightly her fingers grip my arm as she struggles to keep me where I should be. It also fails to show that she will let me go if I protest loud enough and pull away with enough force. The furniture, the fashions, and even the walls in the living room have changed, but her hand remains at my elbow. It