Garret: A Fictional Narrative
The window blinds were torn, the couch, stained red as if it was a slaughterhouse, the basement door had been ripped off the hinges. “What had happened, what kind of inhumane person did this” Garret wondered? Garret walked down the creaky stairs, with every step the stairs whinnied like a horse, his head grew more unstable, like a sinkhole expanding, sending all the buildings within its impregnable reach into a dark and scary abyss, never to be seen again, forgotten. When he reached the end of the stairs, he dropped, at the sight of his two parents dead, right on the ground helpless, lifeless, the 2 people that cared about him dead. The emotions swelled his brain, discomfort, and unstoppable anguish and rage, hopelessness, he needed to do this
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The man ran toward Garrett, shouting a chant that was inaudible. Garrett eluded the man, and ran, Garrett knew he would be killed if he stopped, he mustered every bit of endurance he had, they had been running for a mere minutes when Garrett spotted a woods. Garrett thought he could demoralize the man by going in the woods, he was mistaken, the man followed determined to kill him. As Garrett ran aimlessly in the woods, he was so focused on running away, he tripped, there was a small branch concealed in under the leaves. Garrett was a sitting duck, waiting to be killed, he had been cut multiple times by branches, he was fatigued, even if he ran, he wouldn't be able to outrun the man for much longer, it was like the adrenaline coursing through his veins, that had precipitated this increase in physical ability, had lost its potency, it was a temporary solution. Garrett saw the man, now walking towards him, his knife glowed in his hand, it was perhaps the only focus other than the man’s satanic smile.The concept of Death and stoicism became all too imminent and menacing, there were no re-spawns like in his games, this was
The man ran toward Garrett, shouting a chant that was inaudible. Garrett eluded the man, and ran, Garrett knew he would be killed if he stopped, he mustered every bit of endurance he had, they had been running for a mere minutes when Garrett spotted a woods. Garrett thought he could demoralize the man by going in the woods, he was mistaken, the man followed determined to kill him. As Garrett ran aimlessly in the woods, he was so focused on running away, he tripped, there was a small branch concealed in under the leaves. Garrett was a sitting duck, waiting to be killed, he had been cut multiple times by branches, he was fatigued, even if he ran, he wouldn't be able to outrun the man for much longer, it was like the adrenaline coursing through his veins, that had precipitated this increase in physical ability, had lost its potency, it was a temporary solution. Garrett saw the man, now walking towards him, his knife glowed in his hand, it was perhaps the only focus other than the man’s satanic smile.The concept of Death and stoicism became all too imminent and menacing, there were no re-spawns like in his games, this was