Talking To Me Narrative

Hi, there first name is Christina, last name is Cepeda. It's a pleasure to finally meet you! You should know that the only reason you were able to recognize me is because I am 5 feet, 7 inches tall, not skinny, more on the average side (I'd like to think). I have long naturally curly hair, somedays it's flat ironed straight or up in a bun but on this particular day, the hair will definitely be straight, face full of make-up, and I will be wearing glasses because I have to look my best and nicely dressed, when I first meet you!

Out of frustration, he fires the gun. The bullet hits me in the left shoulder towards my chest. It feels like being badly burnt, that's way to put it. I wince as it throbs painfully. Jackie screams at the top of her lungs. I fall over on the ground to look like he gave me a pernicious wound. I could latently die.I'm lying on the velvet carpet , bleeding and all that runs throughout my mind is the same words. Crap, I really liked this shirt. I'm wearing a really cute white halter top now stained with my red DNA juice. I officially hate blood. He, the gunmen (let's call him Steve,) fire six bullets in the air. Steve is now most certainly the most irrelevant person I know. Steve, if you're reading this, you suck and so does your timing. God, everything hurts. I'm just here, waiting to go any minute now and that's when the police and the paramedics

I shiver at the sound, there is only one person in the room who would cause me any harm, the scout was up. It was impressive he could move after being tossed around like a rag doll, greater so he had the strength to lay his hands on me. Unluckily for him I knew where all his wounds were. As his grip tightens I swing my arm to where his upper abdomen would be. He grunt of pain tells me I found it. His grip loosens and I push him away from me. The man doesn’t stumble very far, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t used to being beaten. Assessing my threat level, he charges. I have hardly any time to block his swing and milliseconds before it happens, I know he isn’t going for my face. There is a crack from my leg and pain shoots from my ankle. I scream in agony. The scout pins me down, I should have left him in the woods after

My finger pressed the trigger, but the gun was ripped from my hand. The Scout was still in front of me, once again he was laughing. A Sniper was around, he was watching me, no wonder the Scout didn’t seem to care. I was blinded by my rage, now I was a dead

The building was empty when suddenly I my leg was grabbed , I reacted fast and pulled out my trench knife and jerked my leg away from the grasp of the hand, but I looked down at the now wet street only to see one of the men who I shot but apparently never ended, he crawled  to me gasping for air as his throat filled with the  blood from the wound in his neck, I looked into his eyes that filed with  blood and at that moment the soldier said “ Please….p p p please  help me…..(cough,cough)  I…..I have a wife and daughter.” I faced  a decision at that time,  the monster who  am or  the monster that they say I am. I grasped the man in between my arms and brought him closer to my body, I whispered a prayer that my mother taught me when i was a child,”Father..forgive those who have forsaken me and forgive those who have forsaken you.” The soldier's tears of blood ran down  my uniform, as I pierced his heart with my blade. I lay him down on the path and as he drew his last breath, he thanked me.  The shed door creaked slowly as i peered into the warm and sheltered air that was hiding from the storm. The General stood there in his dark grey coat, covered in badges and symbols, a beacon of authority to all the soldiers under his influence. I tried to silence

The roar of his musket is audible, even from the safe sanctuary of my home. I jerk my head away from the window and cringe. I see a shadow fall down and land with a small thump on the pavement. I decide, wisely, not to watch anymore and walk away from the

“Thank you for your pathetic little concern, but I don’t think a little air traffic controller could do anything. I demand you to leave my sight now, and I do not, I repeat do not want to see you again. I am clearly understood,” he said while rolling his eyes.

The sounds of the aircraft's flying past the camp woke up Alex and I. I was nervous about are training so I asked Alex if he was ready to shoot a gun. Sgt Miller yelled “Rise and Shine magots.” Everyone in the sleeping quarters woke up to the yelling. Sgt Miller wanted us to get dressed and meet him at the gun range. Alex and I got their last. Sgt Miller handed me and Alex a M1A1 Carbine, the gun weighed a ton. Sgt Miller told everyone to go to a target and get ready to shoot. Alex and I were getting in position to shoot. Sgt Miller yelled “Fire.” Alex hit the left arm of the paper target. I hit right in the middle of the head. Sgt Miller said to me “Kevin shoot again for me.” I shoot again and it hit right in the middle of the head again.

Finally, finally, the sirens stop. It’s so sudden, flooding the air with a moment of silence. My ears start to pick up the city noise again, faint and comforting in its normality. I hear footsteps behind my, and I turn to meet them. Two police officers are approaching me carefully, their guns drawn. What’s happening? Why do they look like they’re coming for me? I didn’t do anything. Questions flicker through my mind, none of them staying long enough for me to answer them.

I wiped my last tears off my cheeks. A police officer stood next to me. He grabbed a crowbar and tried to hit me in the head. The crowbar hit me a little bit, but I grabbed it. I looked at the police officer's face.

I quickly threw my arms into the air. My hands faced outwards showing I was empty handed and disarmed. Bullets whisked by my fingers and palms, but I held them high and steady. A few torturous seconds ticked by before the richoque of bullets ceased. I counted ten seconds before I moved forward leaving the wall I used for shelter.

My mind buzzes, as I search desperately for a way out of this. But close my eyes, as I draw a blank. I listen as the soldiers boots stride towards me,

Do you have things that define you? Well everyone does. Things that define me are music, my family, and my birthday.

The man’s insane eyes stare us down from the crack of the door. I can detect his wrinkles turning up, showing that he is smiling at us. My brother and I lay limp on the floor; pretending that we are weak. My stomach churns as I consider about what they are going to do now. The metal door slams open and a sea of white suited soldiers come at us. Each of the soldiers forcefully yanks us up and locks our hands behind our back. My mind snapped and in an instant, I turned around and tackled the soldier holding my hands. I aimed for his neck, and bit down as vigorously as I could. I felt his blood enter me; it tasted sweet and it energize me. I bite down more harder, until I heard the cracking of his cervical. He lets out a sharp, piercing

Determined to escape this hell hole or die trying I zipped up my vest and began to load the pistol and rifle I took from the guard. Fueled with rage I kicked open the door and released fire on 3 guards crouched in