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Personal Narrative-Paranoia In The USA

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Paranoia
Noun; a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically elaborated into an organized system.

I couldn’t have been happier. My beautiful Nora, has agreed to marry me. Me, quiet Lawrence Finnigan from her chemistry class in senior year. On top of that, my promotion at my job finally let us get a new apartment and move out of my mother’s dusty basement. It had all been fine for the first couple of weeks, normal couple stuff, until I saw something move under the rug. I thought I was tired and tried to get some sleep with my soon-to-be wife, but then I heard hissing noises from downstairs, almost like a cat. If a cat could gargle hot oil and broken glass. I investigated …show more content…

I was walking down the hall about to get a donut when I heard someone crying in the main lobby of the police department. When I saw the source, it was a woman. A beautiful one at that. She had raven-black hair that almost lasted forever, with a darker, almost bronze skin tone that was complemented with stunning eyes, seemingly made of emerald. She was crying, her green eyes puffy and red. Tears billowed down her face. She was wearing flannel and jeans. Wives losing their husbands (or vice versa) is, unfortunately, not uncommon in this line of work, whether it was a friend or a stranger. So I walked up to her and handed her a tissue. “What’s wrong, honey?” I asked with the most sincere voice I could put on at the time. She sniffled for a moment and spoke, her voice cracking and wavering, “my husband… he's dead,” she said, “he killed himself with his father’s old hunting rifle.” She sobbed profusely after this statement. I told her I was sorry for her loss and offered to help her out, if possible. She smiled a little, “thank you, sir.” I then asked, “what’s your name?” After stifling a sob, she answered. “Nora. Nora …show more content…

Those troglodytes didn’t suspect a thing. How could they? A poor, helpless girl in distress just begging for help. Ha! Pathetic. It’s almost kind of sad how badly Lawrence wanted to fall in love. I used that against him. I slipped a psychoactive nerve agent in his champagne during the wedding. He stood up surprisingly well, most people don’t last a week on the stuff. This guy went for over a month without passing out, or dying from cardiac arrest. The end result was… messier than intended, but I still got the job done. The perfect crime, husband goes insane and kills himself, widowed wife mourns and moves on. I turned the mirror and I saw my green eyes stare back at me and crossed off a name from my list. Good job,

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