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Personal Narrative Fiction

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I wake to sunlight streaming through the window. It is far too bright. Why is it so bright? Where am I? My limbs feel heavy, but are starting to come back to life, as though they had died and somehow came back. Hesitantly, I sat up and looked around. Books overflowing on shelves, familiar curtains pulled back from the windows, the way the room was situated, I know this place. I am in my old room again. And once more alone. I shouldn't be alone. But why do I feel that way? I try to reach back, to remember what happened, before the blank darkness I had just woken from. For the past few weeks I had been training to visit the shadow realm. I had gathered all I needed, and was going to do it… Today. I did go, today. Loch, he was there. Laying there so peaceful, still with his half smile. It hurt my heart to see him. My …show more content…

As a kid I had gotten it in case I ever needed it. Everyone needed self defense. Now I was defending the world from me. I looked at my arm and wondered what it would look like with my blood trailing down it. Would it hurt enough to mask everything inside? Does it even matter? No. I just need to do this. I cut once along my wrist. The pain was strong at first, but leveled out. Red blood came to the surface and darkened as it gathered. One for one mistake. More. It took my mind’s pain away momentarily. More. I kept cutting, naming reasons why they should be there. I covered my entire forearm and moved onto my other. There wasn't as much blood as I imagined but there was enough. Both sides were covered in trails. This pain, this helped. I felt slightly dizzy and cold, despite the warmth of the blood. I stopped, with the knife in hand, and watched to blood flow. Suddenly behind me my door flew open, as though broken down. With my little strength I jumped. People. There was still people, still a world. This can't be. I don't want it. I didn't turn

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As I regained consciousness, I felt a warm sensation flowing from my chest… I moved my eyes towards my stomach. On her knees, Mother was hastily applying a thick gauze to a place on my stomach where dark red blood pumped out… Then I sat down and rolled up my red, soggy shirt. I touched my wound, flinching from the pain. I took a deep breath and as gently as possible, pinched the slit.

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A single sword-stroke had pierced the breast. The fallen bamboo-blades around it were stained with bloody bosoms. No, the blood was no longer running. The wound had dried up, I believe. And also, a gadfly was stuck fast there, hardly noticing my footsteps.”

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At this moment, however, nothing appears more important to me than laying down and finding some rest. The busy schedule of high school does not allow me ample time to spend on my own, lounging. The thick walls of my room block out any distractions or stress that may try to enter my mind. The rays of sunlight that shoot through the window warm my face as I peer out onto the street, a sight full of other houses, but also trees and grass. In the spring, the pink of the cherry blossom outside my window illuminates my room with a pink hue as the sunlight reflects inward.

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But shaky hands and large knives don’t mix. Just one wrong move, one second of attention being elsewhere, is all it took for Virgil to miss the pepper and instead slice straight into his thumb. Blood began to flow out of the wound, dripping onto the counter. Virgil stared at it, fixated on the deep red

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It was as if a hatchet lay lodged in his leg, slicing through each nerve with a hot blade. In his agony he perceived the word “fire” and felt flames licking at the torn bone and flesh. He tried to move, and could not. The pain grew. He screamed.

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Tears started to stream down your face. You felt around the bone and flesh. You hissed and grit your teeth. It stung. Bad.

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These cuts were more than just a simple, small cut. As the book says, “Then your hand slips upon the blade, and there is a fearful gash… Twice now; within the last three years, Mikolas has been lying at home with blood poisoning—once for three

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I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting. It looks like I arm-wrestled a rosebush,” (Anderson 87). As she has no one to speak to about her experiences she has no way to express her feelings or to speak to someone so looks to other ways to ask for help. Leading to self-harm and destroying her own body and mind. Another reason she commits self-harm is that she has no one to share her feelings with and to take the weight off of her shoulders leaving her to not know what to do.

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As I walked into the vicinity of the woods, I looked behind me and into the distance before I entered. I stared at the stormy, low lying, smoky clouds that blanketed the sun and prevented its light from creeping through. The baby blue sky and the ray of light that poked out from the edges of the clouds lit up the day. The openness of the surroundings that laid outside the woods became absorbed into my mind and I began to think. I realized that there is so much more out there in the world and the universe.

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For the rest of the night, I didn’t sleep. Shadows lurched around the pale, cream walls of my bedroom. Outside trees struck my window, making scratching noises that mirrored the emotional turmoil that ensued in my head. My breaths became hot and

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Darkness. That was all I saw when I awoke. Where I laid was absent of all heat, sending multiple shivers down my spine. I tried to move, but it proved to be unsuccessful, for I could barely move a finger. I had no memory.

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Pain flared up his arm as if someone was ramming a hot iron straight into his elbow. He tore his eyes from the beast before him to look down at his arm. Or, rather, what there was of his arm. Everything below his elbow was gone, leaving a blackened stump where the monster's saliva had burned the

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Slowly, I sat up and looked around; I was still in the street, but suddenly my shirt was white, along with my pants. Also, the car that had hit me was gone. There was not a soul in sight. No people, no dogs barking, not even a cricket chirping. I pulled myself up onto my feet and started walking.

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It only skimmed the outside of his calf the blood flowed quite quickly. The blood was like a small stream trickling down his leg. Soon it had soaked through his pants into his left boot turning the rusty brown to bright crimson. It looked almost the color of a bright red rose as it soaked and stained his boot. He moved quickly ignoring the pain in his leg and the warm wetness of his own blood.

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