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Personal Narrative: My Escape From Home

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Staying in class a bit, I turn my back and go downstairs. The dark shade suffuses omnipresently on the way I am going down. Keeping going downstairs with a terrified feeling, I realize that I am stuck in there alone and it seems like there is no way to escape from that place. Suddenly, I get out of there and ride a bike back home. One more time, I get lost and cannot figure out which ways to come home since all the roadways confuse me due to its strangeness. One moment later, I arrive at home and stand exactly in the same position where I stood at first. The image of sliding down the hill repeats again. At that time, the speed of the scooter is faster and out of control. That’s why I crash directly into the bushes. I am scratched everywhere on my body, but the wounds are not too severe.

The dream stopped when I was scratched because of the interruption of the alarm. My dream did not have the beginning and the ending such as the stories without a first and last chapter. However, it left different kind of feelings which made me being in the mood all the day obviously. This is the first time I have tried to …show more content…

All I can remember is I was scratched while I was getting into the bushes. These scratches symbolised how much I was hurt when each relationship ended. Friendship is really crucial to me and I am also picky in finding friends. However, I cannot avoid something bad happening in that friendship. I always ask myself after an ending friendship: “Am I wrong? What did I do that allowed my friends to go away from me?”. I tried to find out the reasons they left me. I am a kind of person that get a lot of hurt from friendship. I have never cried for anyone except my family and my friends. All the friendship I have, I do respect all of them but it does not mean that I will be treated in the same way that I treat them. In fact that you have to accept the injustice in this

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