Personal Narrative-Trauma Or Survival?

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Trapped or Survival? Her first left led her to an open area surrounded with big pine trees. Below them was a big pit. A pit full with dead bodies. The smell was heavy, it’s like the bodies have been decomposing for months now. Stranded, cold in the dark foggy woods not knowing where she was, thinking to herself, how does I get out? The cool mist through the air made it hard for her to see what’s around her. It was a maze, she had to choose what way to go left or right fast enough or she wouldn’t get out. This maze was all about choices. It was smart, it got into people’s brains and destroyed them and it can do the same to Katie if she doesn’t stay strong. The choices Katie will have to make in the next week may mean going back to her family …show more content…
A black tee shirt with the logo on it, “I didn’t make it out,” grey sweat pants with white socks, and no shoes. As katie thought to herself, “that could be me if I never make it out of here. I could be the next girl dropped down in that terrifying pit of dead bodies. I needed to get out!” Katie knew that she could. She was a strong girl. With the body of a warrior muscular and smart, but that didn’t mean Katie was mentally prepared. Katie thought to herself, “Am I ready for this? Am I going to be able to make it out of here?” Katie struggled with the mental side of herself. She never seemed to be stable. She was always second guessing her actions and her choices. Reflecting on the past, It haunted her till this day. She loved her father, but only loved his good …show more content…
The cave was dark, crackly and every step she took echoed. It was like a long hallway that never ended. She reached over to touch a wall of the tunnel and it was cold like an iceberg. As she removed her hand from the wall it was covered in some green gunk. Heading down that hallway it split into two different pathways were she was forced to choose either left or right. Proceeding down the right pathway, She sees a reflection of something a little ahead of her. Walking up to it she realizes it was herself. A mirror sat there all lonely, It looked like it had been there for months, “Follow the Red trees,” said on the mirror. She tried to recall what she had last seen and didn’t remember and red trees. As she trailed along the darkened tunnel she saw a bright light and followed