Personal Narrative : My Head Back

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

“The searing pain of being repeatedly struck with a whip ended my attempt to dissociate from the fear and pain. It took very few hits with the whip before I did what I was told and went limp…I became aware of my ability to see through a gap at the bottom of my blindfold. At that moment it all became glaringly obvious what the situation was: my feet weren’t touching the ground; I was hanging by my wrists, my feet a few inches off the ground.”

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.

Before I can begin to plead again, a big, course, calloused hand covers my mouth, a muscled arm bands around my middle, and then I’m lifted off the ground, and hauled away. My screams stifled, my struggles futile.

The second day of my practice I felt that I had made some progress towards my goals of improving my time management and getting my documenting done earlier and providing relevant healing initiatives for my client.

I open my eyes and the first thing I want to do is scream. I’m flat on my back and everything seems to hurt. The trees overhead look familiar...it’s a clear night sky, almost beautiful except for the fact that this means I’ve been out cold for at least six hours. But there’s something wrong....I don’t remember what, but something happened and...My head...my God, my head hurts. And a ringing in my ears. Was there an accident? An explosion, I think. I remember Dennis screaming...but after that...I can’t remember…

The buck is in my sights. I pull the trigger. It’s hunting season November 11, 2014. I’m hunting with my grandpa. He’s sleeping in the driver's seat of the truck. I’m in the passenger side of the truck. It’s around seven o’clock and I’m watching the woods to my right I turn and look around and all of a sudden a doe appears in the field in front of me and then I hear the buck. The buck grunts four or five times. I’m straining my eyes to see but I still can’t see the buck. The buck is just of the field in the brush to my left. I grab my gun I put my other hand on the door handle i’m ready to get out as soon as I see

Then I felt a cold bar around be before I knew it, I was stuck to the wall. Montressor started closing me, In. As Montressor was blocking me, In I tried everything to get help but it helped not the slightest bit to scream, But to give him the most utter pleasure of my lack of ability. By this point Montressor was having fun listening to me struggle that he took a break and sat upon the remain bones of his loved ones. I began furiously clanking the chains. it was so loud they could have been talking. I screamed again, but this time he screamed back at me twice as

Despite the men buzzing with thrill and excitement to witness that a lanky scrawny man like me is going against a menacing undefeatable wall of restrain. I could still perceive my heart pound like a thousand drum as adrenaline rush through my brain. Coldly i begin move towards the wall. As i placed both feet on the stone my feet decided to plant itself onto the stone due to the horrific nature of the outcome my body becomes still. But fear propelled me to leap toward the rope getting hold of it i realise that gravity was acting against me, the rope was as slippery as a politicians conscience my grasp begin to loosen, my palms are feeling restless. Upon getting to the tip of the brick I could detect an unpleasant odour of gas coming from the chamber surrounding me and it pulling me back with a force mightier than storm itself.

I can feel myself taking in more air then I should, as a puddle of blood begins to move its way on the floor toward me. I try to push my arms up and scoot back from it, but I can’t. I’m hyperventilating and my arms start to shake. The blood touches my fingernail and if I could scream I would.

I reluctantly crawled out of my bed, incapable of staying any longer. The harsh sound of my exhalations filled the small space and I determinedly fought my way across the wooden floor.

For the first time all night, I had no idea what to do. Light from the trio of bulbs on the front of a deputy’s Impala swept over me and washed away the indecision; I put my hands up haphazardly by my shoulders. Someone had to brave the chill in the driveway to meet the cops. It was only polite, we had called them after all. As boots crunched out of the footwell and onto the gravel, the night’s events that had coalesced into this moment tried to stick to my brain one last time…

Whoo-Who! Whoo-Who! I hear kids screaming when I walk over to my favorite ride, the best ride at Belmont Park, the one the only Octotron. It was so amazing how you get to control if you do front flips and backflips. Also, you can hang upside down. Right away with no thought, I hopped in line with a big grin on my face, but I couldn’t say the same for my sister.

I was blinded, cold and scared. I couldn’t move, i tried, but failed. My arms and feet were held down by something cold, it felt like metal. The machine were talking to each other, buzzing, humming and beeping. The thing that prevented me from seeing was removed. I was in a lab with different people. Some were wearing things that surgeons wore, others in lab coats, and me? Well, let’s just say that I can’t find my clothes.

I knew it was a bad idea to walk alone at night especially with out a blade, but I wanted to be any where but here. I walked to the phone box to call Katie to pick me up but suddenly someone grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around.