Personal Narrative: Overbrook Asylum

A dagger screamed, slicing through the air - or should I say, lack thereof. Time froze and my eyes widened in realization of who the dagger was flying towards. It aimed directly at me. I watched in slow motion as the dagger began to curve in a new direction before identifying it 's new victim. I turned quickly and latched my small hand around his wrist.

Second, luck also played a role when it accompanied Rameck, which saved him after getting in trouble. One time Rameck did a prank on his biology teacher, but the offended teacher saved him in the end and kept him from being kicked out from school. This event was extremely lucky because this offended teacher unexpectedly exculpated Rameck. Accord to THE PACT, “Rameck never knew what changed her mind. But she didn’t file charges, and the superintendent lifted the suspension, allowing Rameck to return to school.(67)”

Sebastian Pendragon and Alexander Remus were simple men with simple live. it all changed when Jonathan Penhallow, the most respected man in the small South American colony Roanoke, which was named after the original English colony, showed up on Sebastian Pendragon’s house at the crack of dawn. Mr. Pendragon was awoken from his sleep by insistent knocking upon his front door. He rolled out of bed, put on a robe, and went downstairs.

I feared my first code blue, I dreaded the day it would actually come. It was something I had never experienced before, and the unknown of it all made me uneasy. I constantly thought I wouldn’t know what to do, or I’ll forget everything and freeze up. I thought will I cry? will I scream?

The ancient city of Aarocockra was a vast empire tainted by the greed and malice of those who resided within its walls. Many feared the city and its inhabitants. Others saw it as an opportunity to escape retribution for their crimes. In Aarocockra there was no justice for anyone. People in the city could lie, cheat, steal, or even murder without consequence.

A chilly breeze ruffled the collar of Ephanias 's shirt as he surveyed the night around him. He seemed somewhat out of place among the small foothills leading to the forest behind him. Several stones and charms hung from a cord around his neck, and they knocked together as he walked, creating a soft soundtrack to supplement his journey. Stars shimmered through a thin layer of clouds above his head, and the lights of downtown New York City banished them from the eastern skyline with smog. Ephanias stopped to study the sky for a moment.

As the light began to fade, the shadows of the tree branches, begin to cover over the dirt path. As the boy, Caspar, steps he crunches on the dead leaves and fallen branches, he begins to hear the branches rustling as the wind whistles past his ears. He trips over and his face hits the mix of dead leaves, dirt, dead bugs and sharp twigs. As he lays on the ground he looks to his right and sees an almost illuminating, crisp white stone, which roughly resembles the silhouette of a skull, but with an oddly shaped depression on the left side. He starts to stand up as he covers his hand with his black jacket sleeve as he wipes his face, to free it from the filth.

November 11th, 2013. Truly a metamorphic day, also known as the first time I was brought to a mental institution. The word mental institutions itself really frightens people. They imagine scenes that the entertainment business embedded into their heads. They picture a psych ward, inpatients screaming and getting strapped down to hospital beds.

There it was, the creaky staircase of the abandoned Delta Mental Asylum. I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I’m getting chills and it’s the middle of summer. At least I’m not alone my sister, Aubrey, is with me. We were just about to go up the stairs when I thought I heard giggles, but Aubrey said I was just being paranoid.

Have you ever experienced to be separated from your love ones? Me? I’m about to. Here I am, together with my family. Leaving our friends and relatives behind.

One day, on an early Thanksgiving morning, my family and I, drove out of Valdosta to a farm. Our goal, wasn't to buy a turkey but rather goats, chickens, and a rabbit. At first, what I saw were a big empty land of dirt, plowed and perhaps ready for the seeds to be planted. Out further, I could see the woods surrounding the land and a gathering of crows flying and dancing, with the sun high in the sky. There's also was a small wooden house and cluster of cages separated by a big metal fence.

I stepped out of the black, imposing vehicle and into the freezing wind. I shivered as it cut through my thick jacket like knives. As the car pulled away and began to disappear, I began my trek towards the building in which I would begin my mission: the insane asylum. No one knew what went on in there, not even the government, which was why they sent me to find out. It was a rather mysterious place, where the air was cold, no light ever shone from the few windows placed on the building, all was silent, and you always felt as if you were being watched.