Personal Narrative-Black Holes

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Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough. Immediately, a rush of birds come in through a small hole I had left uncovered. I fought away as many birds as I could. I felt them pecking at me. Their sharp beaks tapping away at my arms, legs, back, and stomach. I shield my head, making sure that I don’t let them get to my eyes. I scream as they break skin in various places. I feel them poke at my head and scalp while another tries for my eyes again. Hearing screams downstairs, I realize that the birds have gotten inside and downstairs. Huge flocks of birds are now seeping into the house as they’ve removed the barbed wire previously. I feel larger and sharper beaks go and rip my skin apart. I scream as I feel razor sharp talons drag across my stomach. I hear a shrill shriek downstairs …show more content…
It sits in front of my face, taunting me. It pokes at my head, going lower and lower before reaching my eyes. Laughing, I beg the crow to do it. I scream at it. I curse at it. I cry at it, yet, it doesn’t move or even flinch. Instead it stares at me with is beady-black soulless eyes. I cry out once more. It starts moving around again. I watch helplessly as it goes to the window. Staring right at me, the crow begins laughing. It starts squawking, almost laughing at my pain. I watch as the bird flies away, leaving me alive. I lie there, broken, battered, bruised, and covered in blood and feathers of various birds. I scream and scream and scream, but no one hears me. I thrash around more and more, feeling my blood squish around and my ripped skin and muscles pull apart even more. I stop, feeling my pulse finally wither and slow down, ready to cease. I hear the steady thrum through what’s left of my ear. I close my eyes, ready to die, but through another series of unfortunate events, that time didn’t happen fast enough. I didn’t die fast enough. The birds came back though, and finished off my body, in the most painfully slow