Personal Narrative: Real Hell

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Hey guys! I know I haven’t written for a while, and I don’t think I’ll be back very often to continue to write unless someone decides to buy me an $800 computer for Christmas… (hint, hint) Yeah… Not going to happen. I only had two or three people reading this story originally, but this is a remake of my first fanfiction, called “Double Trouble for TK.” I’ll probably have it shortened to just “Double Trouble” by the time I’ve finally reuploaded my re-written chapter one. I won’t be writing it all at once, so I won’t be able to spit out a chapter every day like I could the first time, but at the same time, I think that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll get a few more views with this hopefully better re-write. So for anyone who saw this story the first time, or who hasn’t even heard of me (more likely…), I hope you enjoy my first and best fanfiction ever, re-written to be a little more capturing and accurate.

The "it came as a revelation to me" befuddles me, and perhaps on the grounds that I have never encountered this, so I'm speculating this fair appears unexpectedly and blast, the data just flies in your mind. That is my wild figure. How might you depict enlighten individuals regarding this data given? On the off chance that a disclosure came to somebody in this advanced age, they would conceivably be called insane, however then you need to ponder, would they say they are insane or would they say they are being honest? I've met what's coming to me of insane and a portion of the stuff they say may sound insane, yet it truly makes them

Never shall I forget that day, the first time I rode a roller coaster that made my day continue without a voice.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

We arrived at the second level of hell and the introduction to this place is not pleasant at all. This is a clustered place where the people are all suffering crushed by giant piles of material over their body. I could hear their groans and moans as they feel the burden over them. There is also a bad stench of garbage and other rotten things. Paul says “This section is where the greedy spenders are placed.” I talked with a drug lord from the Fast Five Hernan Reyes and he told me about the different people here. He said some of the others like him were Carter Verone and Arturo Braga. All three of them were once in their life big Drug Lords and possessed a lot of money. He said, “During my early life I was very greedy and I once spent some money

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else” - Drake ‘Doing It Wrong’

Back in 7th grade I wasn’t a very smart kid. I hung out with kids that I probably shouldn’t have hung out with and I regret it to this day but will always be with me. I was a good friend with this kid and we were both out for track because it was track season. We were just getting done with practice and he wanted me to stay the night so I called me mom and she said sure. So I rode the bus home with him and when we got to West Union we got off the bus and went to his house. He said lets got to this other kids house so we walked to this kids house that was all the way on the other side of town. When we got there we were both wearing shorts and sweatshirt and we both were running through the snow so our socks were wet. When we went

I had never thought about someone who could be considered “crazy” or “insane” living in my neighborhood, especially somebody who was younger than me. Until I had a personal encounter with that very person, it had definitely not occurred to me. It was about two months until the fifth grade school year had ended, my last year of elementary school, and something bigger than I could have ever imagined at the time happened to me and a small group of my friends. My life was forever changed on this day, and my peaceful life would no longer be so secluded.

Click. Click. Click. Mys shoes went as I walked down the empty, lone sidewalk. You could hardly tell anyone lived in this small town as you didn’t hear anything for miles. I walked alone with my purse draped around my shoulder and my heels clicking against the pavement as the cool, refreshing breeze blows my auburn hair around. My cheeks are flushed and my hands are cold. I stick them into my warm wool pockets and keep walking towards the library.

You think I’m crazy? Is it crazy to stop your secrets from being exposed? I’m protective, not crazy but protective.

It was late at night around 10:00pm, I had just got out of school. It’s dark and windy, and there is no soul in sight. I was scared out of my mind I usually get out of school at 7:00pm but tonight I stayed back for extra credit, and all of a sudden when I looked at my watch I noticed it was 10:00pm. I frantically walked to the bus stop which was a few blocks from my school in hopes that I could catch a bus ride home, but there was no bus. Then I decided I should walk to my boyfriend’s house and see if he could walk me to my house witch was a scarier neighborhood then his. But when I got there he wasn’t at home he was still downtown at his dad’s store. Now I’m all alone, and something in my gut told me that tonight wasn’t going to end well for me.

I woke up to the rythmic sound of the rain pattering on the roof. I stretched my aching limbs across my bed to see what time it was. “7:oo” the clock read. Annoyed that I had woke up so early on a Saturday, I burrowed back into my covers and squeezed my eyes shut. I laid there for a while like that, waiting to be lulled back by the crying winds into my sweet dreams. My breath was stifled by the heavy, humid air. Tiny water molecules collected into a thin coat on my face, begging me to wipe them away. I let them sit there, hoping that if I stayed still enough, my body would sink into sleep. I wanted to stay there as long as I could.

I had never felt so relieved once I was outside of that house. It almost felt as good as the Saturday the week of my high school graduation. The feeling of some great weight being lifted off my shoulders when I sat in my seat on the bus on my way out of my home state to college was so overwhelming that I had cried. Some of those on the bus spoke soothing words to me, but for the wrong reason. I wasn't crying because I was leaving home, I was crying because I was happy to be able to escape and unbelievable horrendous daily existence. My nightmare had finally come to an end, so I had believed.