Personal Narrative: My Night Of Home

As the alarm clock wakes me from my sleep, I am laying in bed thinking about the night that will be happening. As I roll out of bed, I take a quick glance outside. It is 8 o’clock in the morning, birds are singing while the sun is shining. As I walk downstairs to see my family there was no one in sight, i’m thinking to myself “where is everyone at”? I walk around the house calling to see if anyone was home “it is 8 o’clock in the morning where could everyone be at this time of day”? No one was in sight, I called my brother asking where he was, no answer was received, after I called my mom no answer was received, but the last and final call was to my dad still was no answer being received. I am starting to get a little worried thinking “ did

I look around seeing that there was half a house missing, I walk into the house and see that my brother has been blown into pieces. I am thinking to myself “I guess i’m all alone through this whole process”. As I walk down the street, there is absolutely nobody in sight. I walk to another house thinking maybe there will be someone to kill, I’m thinking in my head that i am blood thirsty and I am wanting to kill someone else. I notice there was someone hanging around the house with shotgun in his hand. I am thinking that that gun is loaded. What should I do? Should I take the risk of going into the house, or should I just stay away from the person. I make a quick decision and decide to go into the house. The man that was walking the house sees me and takes a shot. He misses i’m thinking how lucky I am that he missed as he tries to reload the gun, the man is having problems loading the single pumped shotgun. As I take my chance I charge at the man by shooting him in his knees, Watching him fall down crying for mercy, as I take a grab for his shotgun he looks at me and says “you can not do this forever” as I look into his eyes I beat him with the stock of the shotgun watching his head get smashed. As I walk upstairs I take a shot to the shoulder, as I look up there was a kid aiming a gun to my face. This is where I die as I pray for me to be dead, the kid pulls the trigger with a loud bang. This was the end of the Purge with only