Running-Personal Narrative

It’s cold,damp and misty. The fog covers my view of everything in front of me. I can only hear the sounds of both the shouting of the men following me and the footsteps of my acquaintance ahead of me. The urge to keep running surges through my veins. My mind is clouded due to the adrenaline. Adrenaline, what an interesting thing. It seems to take over your body. Almost as if there’s another hand on the steering wheel controlling my body. I begin to slow down in exhaustion. There is a shooting pain in my legs and the adrenaline can only help so much. My acquaintance whose name is Robert, I’ve known for a long time. All I know is that he came with me when I escaped the horrors of the place known as Fairfield. I don’t remember my time in there
I keep running head down until I feel a surge coming from the right side of my body as I get thrown to the ground and into the bushes to the side of where I was running. I kick and scream as the hand of the person clamped on my mouth and he held down my legs. I open my eyes and see Robert ontop of me as he slowly takes his hands off his my mouth and puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. He slowly gets off as not to make a sound. We watched the outside of the bush. Adrenaline filled my body but this time it wasn’t helping me. It was being bottled up inside as my fear built. Ready to explode. I knew I had to calm myself down or I would get us both caught. I thought of my family before everything. I thought really hard this time. I remember going to the park with my youngest. I’d sit on the bench reading the paper while he played on the play structure. I remember then hearing someone say something to me and then I got really scared but I can’t remember what they said or who it was. SNAP! One of the branches broke as I snapped back into reality. The men were close. Then I saw one creep up from the brush with a shotgun in his hands. He was tall but lean and seemed to have almost a fear in his