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Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War
After that day at the police station, he kept tabs on me so I knew his threat to kill me was something that was real. He followed me from a distance ; I had this fear that death was watching me but I knew I had to fight back because I knew justice in the courts won’t bring me peace especially with cops … A peace that I have only felt since the day I killed the man who killed me .
I could take the pain anymore, I needed to do something . He has being following me for weeks its time to plant my trap. My plan is working he has followed me like I knew he would. Today’s the day I take back what he took all those months ago. I knew I was his weakness. Now I am going to use against him, the one thing he feeds off of... The Hunt. As I look at my set up I …show more content…
A cop that is still holding power and a gun , prancing around like I god well I suffer every day. It ends today this pain and suffering will be gone once I rid of him. For that fact I am taking matters into my own hands. I hear the door to the warehouse close and I know he has fallen for my trick. I am so nervous I don’t think I can do this anymore … No!! I have to be strong. I have to take the law into my own hands. I have to bring justice down because god knows he has probably done this millions of time. I want to save those girls form the suffering that I have been through. I must end him now! The footsteps get closer and the door opens. He walks in warily and spots me standing .A perplexed look washes over his face; he thought he was going to surprise me. Oh boy was he wrong. My attacker starts taunting me about how much I like what he did to me and how he was going to do it again .When he said those words my body froze and I began inflamed with disgust for him. He takes two steps towards me to grab my arm but I am faster this time and side step his move. A smile appears on his face; he thinks this is a game and he is right but it is not his game its mine. My attacker lunges towards me
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