Personal Narrative Essay: Markus Drew

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Markus Drew

After what it felt like hours of sitting in that room, tears just became part of my face. I couldn't think straight nor breathe correctly. It was as if something just seized away my air and left me fighting to live. That's funny. What was there to live for anymore when everything feels dead already? I bit my lip trying to hold back the tears but it dripped down to my lips and I could taste the bitterness. I didn't mind it though, life was as bitter as that taste. As the tear stains on my cheeks began to dry, I could feel a cold, hard breeze entering through my skin and my bones. After it has broken through the breach, the breeze flew over my heart and froze it. It hurts. My heart tried to fight back but the coldness placed a restraint

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