Personal Narrative Fiction

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My idea of ‘normal’He came up his face when from happy to concerned “What happened?” He said I planned on telling a lie but all that could come out of my mouth was the insane truth “Your closet is...like evil and it had blood on a tree.” I said my body trembling. He looked at me and rolled his eyes “Fine if my closet is so ‘evil’ then go in there with me and show me. If you don't you lied to me and the therefore a liar” I look up at him “FINE I DON'T NEED YOU TO TRUST ME. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU WOULD CARE ANYWAYS!” I yelled running to my room slamming the door when I got in. I needed alone time… I needed to break my rule and go in the closet or I'll break down really so I'm even more insane than I feel. As soon as I got in the closet a wave of happiness rushed through me. It was so different from Jonathan’s it seemed happy and well the obvious one there was no blood seeping from a tree. Mine was like a ocean and all of the things around me centered around me balloons surrounded me and flowers grew the happier I got. I also could …show more content…

I heard rushing winds in the closet and what was like thunder but it was more like the closet laughing, laughing at me for failing everyone. “I thought my closet was good. But clearly everyone and everything hates me equally.” I muttered and the thunder got louder. Suddenly I noticed Freddie was near me but he had this look on his face a look of pure evil “I hate you Paige, you just made my life a living hell. Why did you have to show up here, couldn’t you just leave our nice place alone.. Oh probably because before this you annoyed your old friends so much they paid you to leave.” His voice taunted “You think I wanted this? You really believe I wanted to die alone in a closet? I know you aren’t the real Freddie because…” But I couldn’t say why I thought that because, honestly I didn’t know. Tears started to stream down my face, but I tried to stay

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