The News - Narrative Essay

THE NEWS

By Juan Rodriguez

I fled the house when I heard the horrendous news. My open coat flew behind me joined by the dull vitality encompassing me. The sky was crying, its tears fixed my hair and garments to my skin and I asked myself, where was I going?

Lethargic, however decided, I started running and running further into the endless woodland loaded with a thick fog. I grappled with the tension and outrage that had developed these previous couple of days, constraining them to the back of my head packaging my emotions and endeavoring to overlook why I was fleeing in any case. Felt as though I was attempting to battle a fight with my situation is practically hopeless in the face of my good faith, I simply wouldn't win.

I started to feel the unsettling influence of the earth therefore, thinking that it’s increasingly hard to mask my worry. "Continue onward", I let myself know. The smell noticed musky and restricted. I could taste my parched mouth. I could feel the sorrow and pain of the territory to an ever increasing extent. I felt trees chortling at me, as witches, keeping a close eye on me. I heard strong voices in my mind, just to be outperformed by a ghastly, perplexing voice.

A crash and a pop influenced me to hop in spite of the fact that, they were just firecrackers. The littlest sounds influenced my heart to avoid a beat.  Running. Simply running. Abruptly, I wind up falling. Falling into a fathomless pit of nothing. I endeavored to get a handle on the 'Nothing', expanding my arms as much as I could. I saw dark. It was so dark I was persuaded I had my eyes shut. I could see nothing, hear nothing, notice only, in that nothing, I could feel something. What was that something? I landed. Blood streamed from the touch on my leg, leaking through and onto my skin. Sweat hustled down my back. Terrified, I glanced around. Hush. And after that I saw it.