Personal Narrative: Margaret Alone

Whisking Margaret’s unconscious body into my arms, I steadily began to inch my way towards the back door in escape. However, the task was daunting. Traveling to Margaret alone was one thing; although, traveling back, amidst the intensifying search of spiritual thieves, with a comatose woman’s arms dangling amongst the floor, and having to ensure that one did not accidently bump into a chair, thus calling all attention to ourselves, made the situation a bit more problematic. Nevertheless, I refused to allow such external factors to influence, or sway, my mission; and that was to liberate the angel who currently inhabited my arms. “What’s the hold up? I know he’s got more than just three of them lying around here,” the lunatic snarled amidst …show more content…
“I know there’s got to be another.” My heart, and the pit of my stomach, both felt to have run cold, to have been stripped of blood and sensation, and to have fallen to the earth below. I knew that he had not yet detected me, and I knew that I would soon approach the door, and would soon be able to sprint towards and attain our freedom; however, thoughts of uncertainty began to slither their way about my mind, of which were synonymous to how my feet slithered towards the door; hastening their pace the closer I drew towards it. Thoughts of where I would run, and who to seek for help and refuge, plunged themselves upon my brain. Subconsciously, however, within the hearth my soul that raged faithfully, I knew that I had to continue; and that, at the conclusion of it all, everything would be as it was meant to. Surrendering to such thoughts was simply not an alternative that I considered viable; thus, I continued forward, cradling the earth’s most precious creation with my …show more content…
Legs quit churning, footsteps ceased their resonation, and it even felt as though the club was expunged of its previous occupants; and was, therefore, solely populated by Margaret, and myself. Upon that moment, I was hesitant to move, and to even inhale feeblest of breaths; although, the door only stood a mere four feet away from us at that point. The door, and a burning sensation within the pit of my stomach, both implored me to continue at the pace that I had embarked with. Desperately entreating me to continue, with quiet and consistent footsteps, the door held open its welcoming arms with delight. However, amidst the silence in the air, and the conviction that our escape was imminent, the perils of certainty set