Personal Narrative: Physical And Verbal Abuse

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 1:07 AM before her rancid hands gripped my mouth shut. She dug her nails into my chest, muffling my plait of agony with her other hand.

The rising sun was orient in the blue sky. Dewdrops sparkle in the morning sun. Someone patted me on the back. The man whipped out a knife. He was a fat clumsy and dirty looking man. His hair had been badly cut and the ends were uneven. The sight made me stop dead in my tracks. Fear stole into my heart. He cowed me with his threats. The smell of smoke clung to his clothes.On the one hand, he had pressed and held both my hands. On the other hand, he continually stroked my body. He just bear down on me with all his strength so I was unable to repel and move. The rough cloth pricked my skin.Then I just lost it and started screaming. "Stop it !" I bellowed at him. My word made no impression on him. No one was on the scene at the time. Why he did it? What was his intention in doing that? How could this happen to me? Why should it be me? After that, every step I took sent the pain shooting up my thighs. I could not breathe. As I straightened up, the ache in my back grew worse. I bore the pain without a word of complaint. I thought it would

“A huge human foot , crushes a serpent whose fangs are imbedded in the heel.” He said.

Even now, I sometimes think he won, though, because he sleeps peacefully at night, while I wake up trembling with swollen eyes. But then I stop, absorb everything around me, and look at the world in another perspective. I look in the mirror now and see a different person, a woman who has survived the unimaginable.

I woke up, like a corpse rises from the grave, my bloodshot eyes flooded with tears. The cool air lulled my throat, dissipating the faint memory of a raging fire and loathsome vultures

“I am so sorry,” a stream of red carried my apology to him. “I didn’t know that you would….” I trembled. “That we would…” Our memories shattered against the stretch of diminishing breath. “You need to go. You’re running out of time.”

As they began to pull away from the scene I felt a piercing, sharp needle enter my neck and as that happened, I grew very weak and dosed into a deep sleep. I still don’t know what happened to me, but after that I woke up in a very soft bed. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn’t and as I was attempting to escape from the bed, a tall broad shouldered man approached me. He said “Boy you got skill, and we your

My wild eyes lock onto his, he sees through me, held in the hostage of a trance. Hot tears trickle down at the new pain.

I was blamed for our struggling times. To others this would just be a statement and they would question why I allowed it to affect me; however, it became my prison. I would seek refuge in my room only to have endless nights. I spent hours staring at myself in a mirror, observing the way I act and talk. I would release my inner inhibitions and return to the decoy that everyone knew. All the crying allowed me to release the pain that slowly built up, but that only made room for more unhappiness.

My muscles were tensing and my hands threatened to rip the silky surface from beneath. My mind rapidly raced from the sheer adrenaline of a passion that was practically seeping out of my pores. My ragged breathing escalates just as I'm on the verge of melting from the relentless spine tingling pleasure that proceeded invade my body. Just as I'm reaching the climax, a sudden voice begins to continually plea my name over and over and over again.

I felt my legs taking me out of the store as fast as they could without sprinting. The light was blinding as I walked outside and I felt my stomach twist like I was about to throw up. He doesn’t love me anymore, I thought as I felt my cheeks flush. I looked down and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I felt so overwhelmed with emotion, I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh or scream.

argument, I was ready to be told to leave and not to return, I was ready for whatever punishment deemed appropriate although frankly, I had sentenced my mind to death already. I swallowed hard and

Yet I promised myself I would never look at you again. Or that I would avoid it as much as possible. It hurt every time I did, turning around and realizing I had disappointed you.

I lost my balance walking, as your fingers slipped like sand That sinks beneath my feet consuming me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the blood on your fingers, From the knife you put in my back? I sat there and watched you linger. I followed you into unfamiliar grounds, so that you would know familiar.

Delicate like a rose, beautiful like the moon. You are my true love that I’ve met. Gentle like the rain. Tender like falling snow. You are the most awesome girl I have ever known. Soothing like a breath of fresh air. Falling like the morning dew. You have given me your heart to love and I promise to forever love you.