Personal Narrative : My Personal Story

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

I spent the next few days looking for these answers, searching the deepest corners of my brain for information I knew I would not find. I would never know why she did it to herself, but I longed for understanding. While she was getting treatment in the hospital, she used her one allotted phone call to call me, not her parents. Again, with fear and anxiety, I put the phone to my ear.

The next visit was a couple weeks after, the overall vibe was different. The vibe from walking in, her parents, the nurses…something was different. I couldn’t figure it out, and I didn’t figure it out until I got into Hunter’s room. I walked in to see her standing there, waiting for me with a warm and bright smile on her face. My smile grew so wide my cheeks hurt, and tears of joy ran down my cheeks. I ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, and for that moment, everything instantly became better.

The police had arrived and after what felt like hours of questions and condolences, I was allowed to leave. But I didn’t. I couldn’t move. My whole body was numb. I couldn’t feel anything except for the Wendy sized hole in my heart. I stared out at the river. Praying that she was alive. That this was just some horrible prank and that she didn’t actually do it. I was hoping that she had survived.

“Mom!” Hugging her finally, after months, Veronica realized why she hadn’t been able to come up with anything to say; she hadn’t been looking for her mom to say anything to her, she’d just wanted to hug her, just wanted to see her. “We’ve been looking for you, Mom, you haveta come home. I need you - Dad needs you, things are better now, things are okay,” Pressing her face into her mom’s shoulder, Veronica could smell the stink of her mother’s alcoholism and knew things were far from

Nine O’clock rolled around as I was standing on the edge of the dock where I had first met Jess when we were about 5 years old. I felt so stupid standing there all alone in the dark, I wasn’t even sure if she was going to come or if I was believing and hoping that something like this could even happen and I was just giving my hopes up. A big gust of wind came upon me as I turned around to find my dead best friend, Jess amongst me on the dock. I didn’t think this was real, I thought I was dreaming all until she touched me and started

We were out of the car and all I hear is a ringing but also my mom crying and asking if we were okay. We were fine, just bruised up and scratched up. A man stopped and had called the police right after it happened. We all sat at the corner looking at the car just sitting on its roof and thinking all it over in our minds. The police officer showed and we showed him our I.D’s. He checked the car to make sure gas wasn’t leaking for a potential explosion. We told him that a deer jumped off the hill and we swerved and rolled the car. He wrote a fine to my ex, and we all piled into the small car we were originally suppose to ride in. Just thinking about what happened was hard, it all happened so fast I couldn’t remember. At first, I thought I had a concussion but I was still coming down from an adrenaline high.

Ashley repeatedly screamed, over and over again. She did not know if she would die or if she would make it out alive anymore. She doesn’t know what day it was, nor why it happened. But all she knew was that It wasn’t a maniacal serial killer or kidnapper that took her. It was one of her best friends. The only questions left is, Which one? moreover, Ashley was tied to a pole in a dirty, dark, and wet basement. She heard the door to the basement open and there stood the person who’d taken her. She was abruptly silent before asking “Why did you kidnap me? Why are pretending to help find me? why?”. After a brief pause the person said “because you deserve this” the person slowly walked up to Ashley and kneeled down before proceeding “Everything that happens to you from now on…you deserve it”. “What did I, ever, do to you, to deserve this? what Mycah?!” I, however, jolted awake from my nap, realizing that I was still in 2nd periods’ math class. “What’s with you Jordan?” Brittany asked. “what? oh nothing, just a weird dream is all” I said before finishing my math

I looked at my daughter and for the first time I saw her as a ten-year-old girl that has gone through enough. I lowered my gun and said, “ I’m sorry Charlotte”. She didn’t reply, she just stared at me while the detectives handcuffed me and took me

The room I was in was more private than the others, it had four beds in it and lots of curtains separating all four of the people in here. I hadn’t really heard much from the other patients in the room, I figured maybe they had all died in their sleep. Then I thought about Phoebe. Poor little Phoebe, she had just lost a brother and had no one there to comfort her. Out of everyone in the family Phoebe was most comfortable around Allie and I. Everyone treated her like a little girl, which she was, but she was so much smarter and wiser than that. Only Allie and I knew how smart she really was. Well only me now. I decided I would go home and see her. I didn’t want to go home to all my family crying and telling me how much they loved old Allie, so I waited until later when it was dark. After a couple of hour I got out of my bed all slow like and crept out the door and down the stairs to the main entrance. I didn’t see any nurses at the receptionist desk, so I just walked out. I started walking down the street looking for a taxi and keeping my broken hand cradled against my chest because of how crowded it was and people kept bumping into me. It seemed to me like it was pretty late, like one in the morning

I pulled in front of Ashley’s job just as she was about to get off, and when she saw my face she knew something was not right. I heard her say, “if my uncle is dead I will not be in tomorrow.” I tried to hold back the tears. I knew I had to be the strong one for everyone, but for

No no NO!!” All my emotions hit me like a train. Both of us started to cry. I started shaking harder and pulled a pillow to my chest. J started sobbing and yelling at me at the same time. I tried to speak to J and tell them that we had to break up, that it was the only thing that made sense. I had to hear their voice break with every word, to hear them so utterly heartbroken and it was all my fault. I sat on the floor and put my arms on their shoulders to hold them still. J looked into my eyes and then shoved my back hard, throwing me against the wood of my bed. They stood up and started to rip off the necklace and bracelets I made them and threw them at me. I couldn’t speak anymore and I just listened as J yelled at me. They said I’d betrayed them, that I was the only good thing in their life and I was ripping away their happiness, that I was wrong and that it was all my fault, and a billion other things that all hit me like knives to the chest. J came closer to me and I looked up in time to see their hand coming at the side of my face, hitting me hard enough to knock me sideways. J then turned around and stood there crying while I laid on the floor. Then they spun back around quietly and sat down, completely calm. They smiled in a way I’d never seen them smile before, and I felt petrified to the core. They knew they had me with what they said next. “Maybe you’ll care more when you see my name in the obituary.” I broke. I started having a severe panic attack,