Personal Narrative-Lace Room

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.

There are millions of people in the military and I have always been fascinated by the concept of it. The interesting part was never the war, they were intriguing, but there is too much death involved. I am fascinated by the concept of being a part of something bigger than you in addition to being one big family fighting for the same thing. I believe it all started with the two thousand one movie Pearl Harbor, no matter what they were facing in their personal life they all worked together. I never really knew anyone involved in the military, but that all changed when my oldest brother joined The United States Air Force.

“Caitlin, it’s good to see you again,” Jessie Wells said to me as I signed into the hospital, it seemed sad that I had been there so much the staff knew my name.

It was that day I almost gave up. We just finished field and we went back inside to clean up. We got assigned things and then when I finished that I was supposed to do, I started to help Daiji. He let me use the razor blade, then, my hands slipped, then the razor blade went into my thumb.

He did not care that he had been on the late shift, and that she had her alarm set for six in the morning. Ric settled for drinking coffee and reading the morning papers in bed with Serena. They were not officially cohabiting, but they were as good as doing so; they had often shared mornings like this, far from their usual rush around when alone, being together seemed to make mornings far more organised.

I want to go to the motion pictures Cameron said however there is no good thing appearing at all I

I have started, stopped and come back to this email on numerous occasions over the past few days. So while I could parse my words a thousand different ways, fuck it, I will attempt to be concise which will hopefully translate to clarity. No promises though.

The night I trudged over to the Viziers room, I was sweating bullets and my hands were shaking so much I could barely open the door when he called to come in. As I walked in, he was working on something, but I could not see it very well considering he had his body shielding it. I called for him and he whipped around demanding to tell him what I want and to get out. I shrunk a bit from the pique in his voice. I told him what I wanted, but my voice trailed off softly making me look even more ridiculous. He had a weird look on his face as he tilted his head slightly to the right. His left eye twitched before he slowly made his way towards me. I backed up until I hit the wall. I was horrified; I have never seen him act like this since I first came

As I glanced around the small room, I realized for the first time in my life, I'm addicted. Addicted to these people who aren't here, addicted to lying, addicting to the voices. They're always here. I like them here. They're comforting, most of the time. They're just hallucinations, but they're my only friends.

Anthony was on his ER return while in the break room. I asked if he was ready for his 15 min break. He said yes and asked why was I looking for him. I told him I wasn't looking for him. As I walked away, I could hear him talking about me.

I don't remember much about my childhood because of the wreck I got in.I was born October 14, 1894 in Cambridge,Massachusetts. I had a mother that loved me and a father with tough love. My dad was a minister and professor. I received my bachelor's degree and a master's degree at Harvard. I was excited.

The three of you decided to continue down the hallway. Sarah and Rayna walk in front so they were the one who fell into the huge hole full of rats. Sarah and Rayna scream for help as the rats devour them. You freak out and run home. That night you keep having nightmares and couldn't take it anymore so you take some sleeping pills. The next morning your sister come into your room to find you dead. You overdosed.

"RUN" the man yells as he fires two more shots towards the door and takes a hold of my wrist. Dragging me through the endless corridors of the compound.

As I approach a small dimly-lit room in the acute unit where a frail woman lies asleep, I see her family gather closely by the hissing air conditioner, awaiting news. With rampant renal failure, infection, and a brain tumor, her health is in rapid decline. Amidst the tears, my mentor Dr. En Ming Lai mutters, “There is nothing more we can do but to make her comfortable.” My heart sinks. Her son, who looked around my age, glances over to his mother with an agonizing expression. Stricken at a young age, his mother eerily reminds me of my own. As much as I yearned to help them, with my obvious lack of medical training, there was nothing I can do. Death can be unpredictable at times, but in this moment, I knew my fervor to heal solidified my pursuit