Personal Narrative: One Mistake, One Life

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One Mistake, One Life How did I get myself into this mess? I thought to myself as I pulled against the ropes that bound me to the chair. I looked all around me, the walls were made of large bricks scarcely decorated with crippling wallpaper. A small light bulb on a single cord hung directly above my head. It flickered on and off which was somehow making me more nervous. I tried moving again, obviously no luck. My head began to spin, I couldn’t see straight, my hands, I can't feel my hands. The rope is bound so tightly, my hands are like tomato's, large swollen and bright red. At any moment, any moment my hands, no more. The door on the other side of the room opened slowly and a man in a black suit came out. I had seen him before. His name was Ricky, he was the guy they brought in when something really big needed done. I knew what I was in for. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves he pulled from his pocket and took off his jacket. He walked slowly up to the chair. Our eyes met, his emotionless, lifeless, like a zombie. This is it I thought, all over, finally. …show more content…

Remembering my mother, her beautiful face. I remember going to the meadow, we used to go there, for dad. He loved that place with the grateful green grass and the picture perfect sky. Happiness, everyday just trying to be happy. Until it all changed. Dad left then everyday was a struggle to just survive. He kept his gaze trying to communicate through a hard thorough death stare. I broke the contest and returned my gaze to the hard ground and tried to look for the red splotches that randomly decorated the otherwise bare concrete floor. The normal practice to let the time pass. Nervously I waited, waiting for the next stage of my life, hopefully a part of no pain and eternal happiness. In another world, hopefully,

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