Personal Narrative

I wake up in an unfamiliar place on a old rusty, dirty bed with no memory of how I got here, or anything else for that matter. I look around, but there is nothing I can escape out of; no door or windows only a mirror that seems like it hasn't been cleaned in ages. I start to panic as I think about how I got here, and how I'm going to get out. I've never been kidnapped before, and I'm not really liking it.

I slowly climb off the bed and make my way to the mirror. Looking into it I catch a glimpse of how bad I look. My eyes are bloodshot, hair is a tangled mess, and it looks like I have a small bruise on my cheek; maybe I put up a fight. I look away from the mirror then walk back to the bed and sit down. How the hell am I supposed to get out …show more content…
My only weapon against this person is the rail, so I lift it higher, ready to use it if the person attempts to attack me. When the footsteps stop at the door I stop breathing, and prepare myself to take on a fight. As soon as the door opens I run forward and swing at the guy before me. Of course, my feeble attempt is easily dodged and he takes me down without any struggle. When I hit the floor I drop the railing and give up. He over powers me, clearly.

The hope I built up earlier is demolished and I know this might as well be the end for me, but I don't fear it like others do I accept it. To my surprise the man gets off me, and reaches out to help me up. I ignore the gesture and help myself up. He gives me a brief curious look then it vanishes.

Once I'm up and have my balance, I step back and take in this mans features, black hair, eyes so light blue they could be clear, perfect structured face and nose. He's nice looking. Very nice looking. He's still a kidnapper though!

"You figured out the mirror, you're very clever." he says with a deep voice, surprising …show more content…
I step back further, trying to put as much distance as I can between Chace and I. Every step I take back he takes forward and this makes me very nervous, making panic rise in me again, so without thinking I kick Chace where it counts and he goes down.

I run out the door into a long hallway filled with many doors. Who in the hell needs these many doors? I know I don't have much time left, so I stop at a random door and pray it's unlocked, which it is. I step inside, shutting the door quietly, just waiting for Chace to find me-which I know he will. Moments later his footsteps make me stand still, he's standing directly in front of the door now, I see the shadow. When the door knob jiggles I freeze completely. He found me, too quickly.

The door flings open and Chace looks more surprised than angry about being kicked. He steps closer until we are inches apart and his eyes look down at me, and I can't hurt him or run. Something about those eyes make me stay put. He lifts his hand and presses slightly on my neck. I pass out after a minute with those eyes wandering all through my

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