Personal Narrative: She Ll Never Be Normal

“She’ll never be normal. Her past will always haunt her.” That was 2 years ago. I’m not normal. I’m just that weird kid in the background. I haven’t been able to talk since the accident. Everyone thinks I’m just the ugly girl who never talks. No one knows where I got all of the scars. People thought I just cut myself because I’m “just so ugly”. No one know what happened to me, and no one would ever want to. Since I was 8, it was just me, mom, and Jonah. Our excuse of a father left us because my mom did something wrong. To this day I don’t know why he left. It happened 3 years ago. I was only 11. Back then it was just me, mom, and Jonah. We were all going to a house party hosted by my old babysitter Lily. Lily was a really nice babysitter. We all loved her. We’d gotten an invitation saying we’d be

We got in the limo, with big smiles on our faces, but not for long. Next thing I knew, I woke up with a massive headache. I put my hand on my head and felt something wet. It was blood. I screamed, but only to be quieted by the feeling of a gun being put to my head. I stayed perfectly still, for fear of the gunman pulling the trigger. He pulled his gun away from my head and said, “You call for help, I shoot you. Got it honey?” “Who are you?” I asked. “You know who know answer my question!” “I won’t call for help, I promise.” I replied. That was a promised I would never break.

At this moment, I realized the gunman was my father. I was scared out of my mind. I had nowhere to go. I looked over to see my mother’s mouth duct taped shut. Jonah’s throat was slit and he had stab wounds in the heart. His eyes were lifeless. My mother’s face was slick with tears. My father said, “Close your eyes, Penny. Don’t worry. You’re horrid mother is going where she belongs.” The next thing I knew, my mother was dead. I started crying. He told me shut up, but I couldn’t. Even though I wasn’t, I felt