Personal Narrative: My Hero's Journey

As the stars emerge, the streets slow down their stride while the city buckles down to the fog of fear brewing relentlessly, enveloping everyone, and freeing the chains of those of the night. They thrived off the uncertainty and danger promised by the shadow of darkness given by the night and found refuge from the bloodless war above. I was one of them. His grey brown hair hung just above his eyes. The darkest of eyes is the only gateway to any vulnerability he might possess. His secrets are covered by his youthful persona and the absurdity that someone his age would resort to a life of crime. He was the stranger I saw every time I glanced at the mirror. I couldn’t even recognize myself. I had come here in search of a better me and I’m not sure I had succeeded. “We are real cool!” Billy’s voice, full of …show more content…
I didn’t want to be here anymore. I hated it here, too. I once was like Billy. But they had manipulated me; their promise of a fantasy of a life of ease was broken repeatedly. Everything that made me was stolen and I had to save what I had left. At least up there on the battlefield created by societal expectation I could be someone. I didn’t want to do this anymore. The fantasy of a life I was promised was a ruse, a promise broken repeatedly while they manipulated the colour of my life. I was just a pawn and I hated how in search of my identity I had given up any integrity. Everything that made me who I was, and I had to save what I had left. At least up there every day wouldn’t be a question of survival. He was very lively. His eyes glowing with anticipation and hope for the future. He wouldn’t ever forget his past, a part of him forever buried deep in his heart, but it would stick with him and dictate his choice, hopefully for the best. For the first time since he could remember, he could recognise myself. The boy in the mirror was me. I nodded at him and whispered, “We are real

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My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative