Personal Narrative: Human Trafficking

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Its 12:00pm and i'm starving, we are nowhere near any food places. We been driving for the past eighteen hours rotating every four to give the other person some time to rest. I haven't been able to fully fall asleep after having that dream. I don't know why, but every time I think about that dream my body tenses up with fear. I couldn't tell who the people were, or why there was part the i couldn't hear or understand. I was the one driving at the moment and I have decided it was time to make a pit stop. Im been starving for the past three hours and derek is just complaining about stopping. Pressing the gas on the car to reach the nearest exit, evading a couple cars on the way. The exit led to a small diner, nothing fancy, but good enough …show more content…
Would you like anything to drink?” the man said while handing us a menu. “It alright, i would like coffee” i said to the waiter. “water” Derek said without look up at him.
The man left to get our drink, and I immediately looked at Derek to get the rest of the story from him. This really caught my interest now, why would he become an assassin and let something that, may or may not be a demon, in him. What can a person do to do cause a person to get involved in such a life. I shooked my head snapping myself out my thoughts before I drifted too far in them. Derek just look at me smiling more than he should have.
“take a picture, it'll last you longer” he said while handing my his phone while the camera app opened.
“ Really? A picture? I think i had seen enough of you to know it” i retorted.
“Oh? So you are getting into a habit of staring at me if you memorized my face than” Derek leaned back after saying this, a content smile plastered all over his face. “I do n..”
“here your water and coffee” the waiter came in interrupting us once again. “Do you guys know what to order or would you like another minute?” he asked taking out his
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“It wasn't just a small little fire, i practically exploded. Causing everything around me to burn to ashes without and chance of surviving. The little girl that was with me that day, wishing my happy birthday, i was her only friend and because of that she now has to live with have her body scarred. Do you know how it is to smell burning flesh? The crying for help ringing through your ears as the little girl asked for help sticking her hands out, not towards you, but away because she afraid. Afraid of the monster that was standing in front of her, she was 10 and now she has to live her life like that because of