Personal Narrative : Personal Essay

It hurts. My bright red bruises under the light were buzzing from the pain. The yelling and arguing were muffled by my loud sobs. Why did this have to happen to me? I was just a kid, I didn’t do anything! Stomp stomp stomp. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He found me and yelled into my ears even more. I was called ugly, fat, disgusting, useless, girly, weak. The words ringed in my ears as I asked myself once again, why? I was like a slave, I couldn’t defend myself, I had to survive the beatings. I succumbed to the insults and descended into chaos.

But there was this hidden feeling; a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of regret. A feeling of helplessness. I felt like I was going to die; and I was going to die alone. I started hallucinating; I heard dinosaurs. I heards chickens. I heards rock cracking. I even heard bombs exploding. I thought I was going crazy. The hallucinations did not stop there. I heard an unknown political figure speaking in a foreign language. I heard a happy boy sipping his smoothie. After what seemed like a million years, I blacked out. I heard a lot, even when I was unconscious. I heard a woman screaming. I heard a man sinking. I heard paper ripping. I heard clothes sliding. I even cackling of fire. I remember coming to a few hours later, at supper time. It was cold still, and I was under a giant heap of comforters on my bed. I was fully clothed. My mom told me she had worried about me not feeling well, and took me to the doctor’s the day after. I got the flu, and so did everyone else in my family. I do remember crying, feeling like the whole thing was my fault. I even remember kicking my dad in the shin for recording the “shriek” after I was okay, and recovered from the malady. I do not know, even to this day, though, how I got on my bed, fully clothed, under a heap of

The heat was unbearable, but I forced myself to keep going. ‘Left,right,left,right again’, I thought. I ran as if my life depended on it and know that I think about I guess, in a sense it sort of did. Screaming out, I yelled “Sarah, Sophia, Jessica, Anybody?”. “Can you guys hear me, please come out!”, my voice echoed through the halls. I was met with silence. Doors were slammed one after another by the force of my hand. No one in my sight, Smoke was starting to cloud my vision, it grew hotter, coughing uncontrollably I marched on. Praying in my mind I checked the last room. Even in the smoke, the heat, I could make out something in the corner of my eye. I drew closer to the shiny object. Careful steps were made and soon I sighed a sigh of relief. The three girls in question were huddled up in a corner. “Guys….come….here..”,my voice was hoarse ,but they got the message loud and clear. Sophie, the energetic little blonde looked up. “Ray! You’re here!” Hugging them all tightly, I felt at peace hearing their voices and their even breathing, I let go once I reassured that they were safe. With Sophie in my arms, Sarah on my hip and my hand intertwined with Jess’s I turned abruptly Fire engulfed my vision. I felt my heartbeat faster as I stared death in the eye.‘Great, just great’,. My eyes scanned the room in a frantic hurry until the inally laid upon the window. Climbing out, I heard a chorus of fearful shrieks. I myself wanted to shriek, but I couldn’t I

My head was sore, my body was aching, and everything seemed hazy. I was in a room, a dark room, which had an unpleasant odor to it. I was tied up to a wooden chair. My hands were wrapped up, and my legs were pinned down to the the legs of the chair. I was struggling, trying to get loose, every muscle in my body was fighting against the pain. I held in my tears, hoping that I can get out of this diminutive, and enclosed 4 by 4 room. Many hours had passed by, and there was still no ray of hope in sight. Unexpectedly, a shadowy figure approached towards the room. The man was wearing black jeans, a black sweater, and a black hat, and carried a

*Tick-Tock*...*Tick-Tock*... I yanked myself up from my decrepit bed and noticed that I was showered in sweat. Breathing hard and fast, trying to refill my lungs with oxygen, flashbacks of the deadly scenes came back to me. I had been having these nightmares since I turned 13, last month... Questioning myself, I

“Trick or treat!” I say, nearly breathless. The pencils in my hair are slipping, my bathrobe is stifling, and we’re running out of time. “We’re with the Key Club, and we’re trick or treating for canned goods to donate to the food pantry. Do you have anything that you’d be willing to donate?”

Over the years, I have grown up to a point in my life where I am almost considered, officially, an adult. Reaching this milestone in my life has given me sense of pride and also gives me more of a responsibility role progressing on, into, my future. In my past, I’ve been through many experiences that have changed my personality; some for better, others for worse. I like to think that all of my past events changed me for the better to help myself picture that being who I am is the best I can be. These changes that happened to me all result from one or multiple types of specific events that influenced me in some type of way. These events, the ones making impact on me, are typically some type of dilemma or overwhelming event that I carry significance

The loud sound of the fire from grill exploding sounded as loud as a music concert. I tried to run but my legs were frozen. Instead, I turned my back and shut my eyes as tight as possible. Fear materialized before me. This was my first real experience of fear. I've always seen fear in movies and TV shows but never actually felt it. It felt like a mysteries hand crushing your heart. You soon break out into a sweat. Your body turns solid and freezes in pure terror. The more you think about it, the more scared you get. It is a feeling of pure discontentment. I kept closing my eyes hoping that it was a nightmare and open my eyes and it would not be true. It was unbelievable, a shocking nightmare. What did I do wrong? What went wrong? What if I had been physically hurt? I kept asking myself a million questions in a matter of seconds. This was unreal.

There was no pain. The hairs on my neck are probably getting seared off and the sweat dropping from the back of my neck evaporates as it touches the fire. I close my eyes ignoring the blow torch and feeling my surrounding area. Areas of the room are just below freezing temperature whereas the room right now is a little above freezing temperature. Vents are there and the windows as remembered are fogged. Opening my eyes I see the man stopped with trying to torture the information out of me and sitting on a couch. Looking around again it wasn't an abandoned warehouse, it's a house. Moving my hands I feel them behind me tied down with rope at a prusik knot.

I lied in my bed one night, my heart pounding, rapid breathing, and racing thoughts. I was having a panic attack. Life’s a journey and just a few are easy, clear paths. Majority have obstacles that they must overcome to continuing living the life they want. One obstacle and journey that I have dealt with in my life is my anxiety. I have had anxiety for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would worry about everything, but was constantly told that it was normal to worry about things. Anxiety was just the norm for me. Even though I have had anxiety all my life there was one point when my anxiety was at its worst. I would have multiple panic attacks almost every day. A significant journey that has shaped me into the person I am today is the

Rays of light woke me from my sleep, I hear a voice, a voice of a woman. Her voice had a sharp tone to it, a voice that has been through tough times. I looked down my arms and legs are restrained by metal cuffs that are looped into the arm rests. I look forward through the frosted glass I can see the outline of the lady with the sharp voice. Suddenly a wailing siren starts going off, the lady starts to rush around like a headless chicken going from one side of the room to the other. The metal cuffs suddenly retracted into the arm and leg rests, I fell forward and smashed my forehead on the glass. I felt a sharp pain in my head and something warm running down my face, darkness surrounded me and I closed my eyes and slipped off into unconsciousness.

Despite growing up in a family of musicians and having played music my entire life, I didn’t learn about my exceptional ear until quite recently. During a guitar lesson sophomore year, my instructor and I were watching a music video on YouTube. I’d never seen it before, so he was quite shocked when I told him the exact tuning the guitarist was in – all by ear.

I woke quickly after, to the snow hitting my face and freezing it. I was not where I last remembered, smiling with my dad, but on the ground, about five feet from the car that I was once in. As I attempt to move my body, all I see is the white small Toyota vehicle I was once in, flipped over on the side of the road, with flames bursting out of its sides. And the big Honda pilot in the middle of the road on its side. However, my dad was nowhere to be seen. Out of nowhere, I see flashing red and blue lights coming at me. The light burned my eyes, I had to just lay there and wait. I then looked down at my body, covered in burns, rashes, bruises, and aches. I couldn 't bare to look. As paramedics flooded the area, worry struck over me. I noticed that my dad and the other driver were nowhere in sight. What if something bad happened, what if he’s… he’s, dead. With this in mind, I felt nauseous, the thoughts in my head were banging from side to side. Loud noised were filling my brain. People crowded me.

When I woke there was a loud thud. I jump up. The room was pitch black and I couldn 't see a thing. I try to find the lamp puting my hand on the desk feeling for it. When I turned it on there was a scream downstairs. I jump out of bed pushing the box off the desk. I nearly trip running to the stairs. I keep my hand on the railing making it halfway there until I hear the familiar noise of ticking. The light downstairs was the only thing I could see besides a dark silhouette of man holding a woman by her neck. I cover my mouth. I see the man throw the women to the side and hear a crash again. My heart was beating so hard I thought he could hear it. My grip on the rail tightens as I slowly make my way back up the stairs. I barely make it to

It is a gloomy and stormy night I see myself sleeping in my bed. Suddenly I am awaken by the sound of footsteps coming towards my room. The door of my room is slammed open; I see a shadow approaching me. I know it is a man but I am not able to see his face clearly because the room is covered with fog. I then feel a force over power my body like if this person has fallen on me. I could feel that this person is hurting me because my body is in pain. I am afraid because I do not know who this person is and why he is hurting me. I am yelling but no one can hear me because there is no sound coming out of my mouth. I then begin to feel as if I am being suffocated the fear of losing conscious and not knowing what could happen to me forces me to immediately wake up hysterically crying.