So, in my class we have to write a narrative story *rolls eyes*, of which, I'm horrible at. I'm finished writing it, except for the epilogue. So could you read it and give me some pointers on it? :/
A/N: I apologize in advance for the format errors, if you notice any or have difficulties. I had to copy and paste this from my documents.
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Prologue
I risked a glance back as I raced down the barren street. In the silence of the night, my foot falls sounded much louder than they actually were. My assailants were getting closer and closer with every second that passed. I could see the safe haven farther down the street. I focused in on it, and despite the burning in my legs, I pushed on farther. The attackers were practically on my heels now.
I turned left and ran onto the lawn of the house. I could feel one of the aggressors grab a hold of my shoulder. I whipped around punched him in the stomach. He grunted loudly and bent down, it was all the time I needed to take the porch steps two at a time and throw myself into the door of the house.
3 Weeks Prior
(1)
I looked down at my worn through Converse. I noticed Shelby glancing at them as well.
“Well, I have to go, Char.” Shelby mumbled. She stood up from the stone steps and dusted her jeans off. She shoved her hands in her pockets and walked away. Her silhouette grew smaller as she walked towards the setting sun.
Dusk followed soon after and I pushed myself off the steps and walked towards home. It got dark rather quickly, and thus I began to jog home. The street lights flicked on, but did little to shed light on the darkness that surrounded me.
It was eerily quiet, although I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but I dismissed it. About half a mile from home, the steps sounded louder and closer. I was starting to feel nervous, but avoided looking back.
My gut was telling me to run. When I turned onto the next street, a damp white cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth. A sweetish smell filled my lungs. I began to feel light-headed, and my knees wobbled beneath me. After a couple minutes, I fell forward into the street, and was slowly engulfed by blackness.
(2)
I woke up I don’t know how long afterwards. Although the room was dark, I had a pounding headache. After my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I noticed a figure sitting in the corner, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.
I realized my arms were tied with a thick rope behind me, and my legs bound as well.
When I mustered enough courage, I asked “Where am I?”
He didn’t respond, he simply smirked and stood up. He strode over gracefully, and leaned down until his face was level with mine.
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that.” He answered, his voice low and smooth. I glowered at him.
He stood up and dusted his pant-legs off, and walked out of the room. The brief flash of light from outside made my headache all the more worse.
