Personal Narrative : The Story Of My Life

“Hello,” a clam, kind voice said. My eyes flashed open and darted around looking at the room I was in. It was a bedroom. A grand, white, perfect bedroom. I was on the bed, just laying on the top. My hands were folded, and I felt at peace. I felt comfortable.

I finally turned to her. “You were with another guy. Next door. I heard you through the wall and I went over there and brought you back to our room. I picked you up and took you out of the room. That’s it. That’s all that happened—you were with another guy and it didn’t seem like the best situation. They—I mean he—wasn’t thrilled that I interrupted your fun. But it seemed like you were in trouble, so I did. Interrupt, I mean.”

“Do you think it might have triggered some kind of reaction from one of your other personalities, the more angry ones I mean? Is it possible that the idea of your wife cheating on you was so hard to process, that you just snapped?” the psychiatrist looked at the office in disbelief and signaled him to stop his interrogation.

“My husband is where he is because of me, so that doesn’t concern me. Back then they wouldn’t take a woman serious, so I used his name to market myself.” Toni got excited. “That’s I had all of you followed to protect my assets, but because I have a daughter that’s sexually

“Well, I haven’t seen his wife coming and going for months. She’d wave to me in the morning when I’d get the newspaper in the driveway. Suddenly, she was missing.”

“What did Mr. Temple do? What did he want?” I asked getting more and more curious by the second. She began to sob. Then I knew it wasn’t my place to ask but, before I could say anything else she started to speak.

“I’ll be all right until you get home. The dog tore my sleeve, and scratched my arm, other than scaring the hell out of me; I’m okay. Earlier, two detectives came by looking for Jeremy, Jacob, and Nancy.”

“Your wrists and ankles are chained, a ball gag in your mouth, you’re disoriented and scared, I imagine, wondering how you got here,” the familiar woman’s voice intones softly.

have led to a terrifying tragedy? It was a Sunday after-noon and I had just woken up from a nap. I heard my text tone sound go off. It was Vianna, one of my best friends asking me to go over to a friend’s house. Her and my other friend Stephanie was hanging out there, and they had plans on going to sports grill later on to watch the NBA finals. I really did not want to get out of bed, but I hadn’t done anything all day so I decided to get dressed, get in my car, and head over to where they were.

“Morning” you mumbled with a thick southern accent. I didn’t answer you, but you seemed to not care, I wanted you to care. You pulled out a granola bar from your pocket and gave me water, I was scared because I knew you wouldn’t do this if you didn’t want me to live. My arms were finally untied so I could eat. I watched you walk back up the stairs and you were talking to someone, maybe you had a wife and kids. After I devour the granola bar, I layed back down.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

I woke up on the ground bleeding, i can taste the concrete and i can hear someone saying get up you little B*tch. I can hear a huge crowd saying Oooooo he got knocked out, when i come back to reality i hear over the monitor Hunter please report to the principal office. I start walking to the principal's office questioning what he is gonna say or what he is gonna do, i'm scared while i'm holding my jaw. I get to the the principal office, he tells me to sit and tell him what happened. I said that Shawn hit me because the way i was dressed and because i went up to him to introduce myself. The principal Mr.Garcia calles his son Shawn into the office. Him and his friends are waiting out of the office and Mr. Garcia calles him in and asked his son Shawn why he hit me and he said that i started, he said that i went up to him and pushed him and i hit him in the stomach and punched him in the face. Mr.Garcia asked me if it was true and i said no that it's not, Shawn said he has witnesses that saw me hit him. Mr.Garcia said oh yea call them in here and all of his friends came in and told Mr.Garcia that i started it and his son Shawn was sticking up for himself. Mr.Garcia gave me a 2 week detention and let his son off with a warning. I went to detentions and i met some students that are freshmen and were bullied by Shawn and there names are Alex ,John ,Jacob ,Joey ,Lexi, Isabelle, Arianna, Alyssa, i asked the girls did Shawn hit you and they said no it was Emma his girlfriend and i

Every person has a story to tell. A story filled with adventure, mystery, love, sadness, etc. A story to teach us life long lasting lessons we’ll never forget! Lessons we can learn/take throughout life! Stories that inspire us every day to work harder. To inspire us to take on the hard challenges we face each day. To inspire us to grab on/hold on to our dreams. To believe in our dreams and to achieve our dreams throughout life! To not let anyone bring us down and tell us what we can and can’t do. To be ourselves and not someone we’re not. Many stories have good and bad endings. We remember some stories while others drift away. Stories that have impacted our lives mentally or physically. This is the story of my life, no lies or tricks, this is who I am.

I’d been locked inside of my apartment the entire week. I hadn’t even gone to check the mail. My nerves were a wreck, and I had been peeking out of my

The slow cooker sat on the counter. I lifted the lid and a cloud of steam escaped. A roast sat covered in herbs and surrounded by carrots and potatoes. The hunk of meat falling apart told me it was done and I put the lid back on before my urges got the best of me. Locke hated when I ate supper early without him. He was a big fan of eating supper