Personal Narrative: Who Are You

When I did, I regretted looking back. Black billowed, even darker than the darkness, hiding who

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

“UhhhUhUhhhhhh!” I muffled while being gagged by a someone, a silhouette sliding through the night, just like a ghost from the underworld.

A dark figure appeared in the distance. As I got closer it appeared to take a human form, so I quickly slammed my foot on the brake pedal and came to a sudden halt.

Before walking through the door, I turned my head, and the very last thing I saw was the serpent disappear into a cloud of

I saw myself. Hideous, that 's what I was. People were afraid of me, so I have to hide. A hidden figure in the darkness of the night. I don’t remember why I looked like this therefore, I don’t remember anything , however I remember him. I saw him.

A chill ran over my skin and my stomach cramped slightly causing me to wince. I gritted my as I glared to my left where the creature's ghostly form flickered in and out as it twitched.

The monster then woke me from my thinking, by speaking “What is your business here in my Black Abyss?”

I unwrap my hair from its towel and search frantically for the hairbrush. My shadow from the bright light on the ceiling followed me around as if I needed to be watched like a toddler. And even though I’m old enough to be alone, the shadow watched my every move, waiting for me to mess up. And when it got too dark or I moved too fast, the light would brighten and the shadow would always be there. And it says ‘you just stick by me and i’ll make sure you’ll never be alone or hurt, ever again.”

When we were teens, we all thought that we knew that world and we were experts in everything when in reality we were far away from it. As teens we also tended to believe everything people said about us and who we were. As we grow to the difficult years of adolescent we start to develop anxieties and insecurities, especially after an events. Because we felt insecure, we start to believe what other people said about us and we believe it (Popkin,119). Even though all of those comments are false, we create an imaginary scenario were what other people was true and view our-self as other people saw us instead of what we truly where.

Those words pierced me right though my heart cutting off the energy. Who was I? I searched for a name within my memories.

Teenagers face many types of difficulties. For example drugs, alcohol, relationships, peer pressure, etc. Some teenagers may not even face these problems until later in life. Some tennagers may even face these problems with parents.

I looked and saw a big eyed slim alien stepping out, I looked away not want to answer or face my

All of a sudden I felt another presence it's like someone wants me to become paranoid “is someone there”I screamed “no nobody's here” a groggy male voice said .Idiot is he that stupid or maybe he's drunk well I guess I'll find out “knock knock” “who's there” the voice said overly joyful “shut up you'll get us found out” a second angry voice growled “oops sorry I

“That wolnt get you anywhere sweetheart” Someone spoke out somewhere in the same room as me. He had a old , rusty voice. I had no idea who he was but i just ignored him.