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Personal Narrative Fiction

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*** For Rick Dawson, that Thursday night was just like any other. He was home alone as usual, playing video games when he heard his dog barking in the backyard. *That damn dog*, he thought. *Shut the fuck up, Rocky!* He ignored it for a while afterwards, but when the dog let out a loud screech, he realized something was wrong. He abandoned the video game and made his way through the kitchen and to the back door. "Rocky?" He called out as he exited the home. It was pitch black out there, quiet as well. If it wasn't for the sound of crickets and owls, it would had been completely silent. Rick walked onto the lawn, toward the dog house in the back of the yard. He'd never tell anybody this, but as he walked into the darkness, he felt a feeling …show more content…

Those eyes belonged to Jeff. He was tied to a tree, blood covering his clothes. If somebody were to walk by and notice him, they would probably mistake him for a Halloween prop. He was almost silent as it was obvious he had suffered a concussion. He was weeping, quietly calling for his brother who would never come. Jeff remembered the plan. He had the knife out and ready, but the hesitation he had expected had come. This was not a dog, but a human being. Killing that innocent dog did not make him feel good, but it didn't make him feel bad either. To Jeff, it was something that had to be done, and so was …show more content…

Most people assumed it was done by an enemy of the family, which could mean dozens of people. However, everyone did notice the change in Jeff. He had always been a quiet person, but even more so after the murder. His relationship with Hailey was quickly deteriorating, though they still saw each other on many occasions. Jeff noticed a change as well; not just in his mind, but in his appearance as well. For some reason, rather his mind was deceiving him or not, every time he'd look in the mirror or see his reflection in the waters of the lake, he'd see somebody he didn't recognize. He didn't see himself and at first, he was afraid, but he got used to it. He got used to seeing what his madness had painted in his mind; a pale face of pure madness and a devilish smile. To get Jeff out of the state he was in, Hailey had invited him to a friend's party and he regretfully agreed to go. He threw on a pair of black jeans and a white pullover hoodie, though the weather was quite warm that evening in Spring. At the party, Jeff had found himself being dragged by Hailey to the center of the room. Jeff was not much of a dancer and he proved that to everybody that night. Nevertheless, they were all having fun, but that fun didn't last long, it was stopped short by an unexpected visit from Randy and his

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