All I could see was black, black, and more black. I literally could not see my hand which was an inch away from my face. I knew something was chasing me just by the way the air was feeling. I had an idea of who it was and why there were doing this, but I didn't understand.
...I received a letter a few days ago that read “You will not get away with what you did.”
Bang, Bang, Bang. He was getting closer by the second. He could run twice as fast as I could, so I had an unfair advantage. I was 16 and he was 20. I did not mean to do what I did, but what happened can not be undone. What was he going to do to me when he caught me? Was he going to hurt me or even worse kill me? Even though these thoughts were coming to me head, I did not let them get to me. I had to focus on the task: to get away safely. I couldn't run forever, but I would try. At that moment, I tripped. I knew it was not a good idea to run when you absolutely could not see where you were going. I laid there in panic as long as I could until I forced myself to get up. My foot was hurt severely, probably broken.
...Three months ago, I went through a horrible experience. I was driving home from Oklahoma with my best friend Sarah when out of no where a car came into my lane. We had a head on collision, and both cars were totaled. I came away with just a few bruises and scratches. Sarah, on the other hand, was severely injured and was airlifted to the hospital. I was beating myself up because I felt like I had caused this; I had hurt my best friend. Sarah spent three weeks in intensive care, but passed away at 11:59 a.m. on Monday. I have never felt so depressed. Brad, Sarah’s boyfriend, hated me; I had just killed his girlfriend.
I thought Brad was chasing me because he wanted to get revenge. I was terribly sorry for what I had done, but there was no way I could go back in time and change what had happened. Brad caught me after about thirty minutes of chasing me. I was beyond nervous to see what he was going to do to me. Surprisingly he did not hurt me, he did not kill me, he did not injure me. I was always running from him, so the only way to talk to me was to catch me. He wanted to make sure that everything was okay and that I wasn't depressed. After a two hour talk, we went on our separate ways. Everything was going to be okay, we were going to make it through this experience.
...I received a letter a few days ago that read “You will not get away with what you did.”
Bang, Bang, Bang. He was getting closer by the second. He could run twice as fast as I could, so I had an unfair advantage. I was 16 and he was 20. I did not mean to do what I did, but what happened can not be undone. What was he going to do to me when he caught me? Was he going to hurt me or even worse kill me? Even though these thoughts were coming to me head, I did not let them get to me. I had to focus on the task: to get away safely. I couldn't run forever, but I would try. At that moment, I tripped. I knew it was not a good idea to run when you absolutely could not see where you were going. I laid there in panic as long as I could until I forced myself to get up. My foot was hurt severely, probably broken.
...Three months ago, I went through a horrible experience. I was driving home from Oklahoma with my best friend Sarah when out of no where a car came into my lane. We had a head on collision, and both cars were totaled. I came away with just a few bruises and scratches. Sarah, on the other hand, was severely injured and was airlifted to the hospital. I was beating myself up because I felt like I had caused this; I had hurt my best friend. Sarah spent three weeks in intensive care, but passed away at 11:59 a.m. on Monday. I have never felt so depressed. Brad, Sarah’s boyfriend, hated me; I had just killed his girlfriend.
I thought Brad was chasing me because he wanted to get revenge. I was terribly sorry for what I had done, but there was no way I could go back in time and change what had happened. Brad caught me after about thirty minutes of chasing me. I was beyond nervous to see what he was going to do to me. Surprisingly he did not hurt me, he did not kill me, he did not injure me. I was always running from him, so the only way to talk to me was to catch me. He wanted to make sure that everything was okay and that I wasn't depressed. After a two hour talk, we went on our separate ways. Everything was going to be okay, we were going to make it through this experience.