Personal Narrative Essay: The Day I Was Ilunted?

Many long days have passed since the nightmare when I was abducted. I will never forget the day when I felt like there was no hope left, and what seemed to be the end. I learned from this horrible experience to never walk alone in an unfamiliar place. This is a tip that everyone should remember in life. I will never forget the cold feeling of the gun pressed hard against my forehead. This is the story about the day I was abducted. It was a warm sunny day, and I was in a jovial state of thought when the incident happened. I was minding my own business when I was walking down a Chicago street all by myself. Suddenly a sharp pain came in the back of my neck and everything went dark. I woke up in a dimly lit room, and he was tied down in a
He stopped laughing suddenly, looked me dead in the eye, and yelled, “Dónde está el dinero?” I had no idea what he said so I just sat there and said nothing. He didn’t act happy about that and dragged me into a pitch black room. He slammed the metal door shut and I was all alone. I waited in that room for what seemed like a week, but it could have really been five minutes. I started to have voracious hunger building up inside of me and it started to become a nuisance. I thought about whether anyone noticed I was gone yet, and if my family was safe. Suddenly, the door swung wide open and another man stood in the doorway. He looked like he pulverized crocodiles for a living. He had tattoo of a snake running all the way down his arm. I started to recede towards the back of the room. He said in a rough Mexican accent, “If you don’t give money back you feel much pain.” I told him that I had no idea what he was talking about and that I didn’t take any money from anybody. He glared at me and dragged me out of the room by my shirt collar. I was scared and about to cry as he was dragged me down a dark hallway. There was a labyrinth
The genre of the story is fiction and the subgenre is realistic friction because the story could happen in real life. The genre type of the story is horror because of the amount of things the gang did to her in the story. The point of view in the story is first person because the use of I is present in the story. The narrator type is un-reliable because the character is under a lot of stress so he could have missed something in telling the story. The tone words used were jovial, labyrinth, lichen, nuisance, plateau, pulverize, recede, silhouette, tumult, and voracious. The character analysis of me is that I am a protagonist, round, dynamic, an anti-hero, and stock person in distress. The character analysis of the gang leader is antagonist, flat, static, foil, and stock villain. The character analysis of the man with the snake tattoo is antagonist, flat, static, foil, and stock villain. The character analysis of the police is supporting, flat, static, and stock police. Two possible themes of the story include the following. First, do not walk by yourself in an unfamiliar place, and second, always be truthful no matter what. Two vocabulary words that you may not know are barging and petrifying. Barging means to move forcefully or roughly and petrifying means to make someone so scared they cannot move or talk. This story seemed to take place