The main character experiences something horrible and learns from it.
On The Brink of Death
My experiences have defined me. They are who I am today. They are what makes me, me. They are what guide me through my life, and create the very essence of my soul. Most importantly, they consume me. They are what I rely on, and they will be my ultimate downfall. They have turned my life in the opposite direction and changed the world around me. I no longer know where I am or who I was. I don’t even know who I am anymore. As my experiences move me along, I’m left a mile behind. All of this started a long time ago, on the night I almost died. It was way back in the summer, I was going to be a freshman. I had just left the Middle School and was feeling really cocky and confident. I remember how it started, but some parts are still blurry. It was a cold night for summer, in the mid 50’s. I was at the Eldorado Wal-Mart with my family. We had been out all day and everybody was exhausted. I decided it would be a good idea to go out to the car while they were checking out, so I could clear my head a bit. As I was approaching where we parked I saw the red Mercedes pull up to the parking lot and come to a screeching halt. It was at the very end of the parking lot, as the four men got out I saw that they were all wearing hockey masks. The biggest guy was just over six feet tall and probably weighed over 300 pounds, for legal purposes I’ll just call him Jim. Jim was wearing a white t shirt with a stain right above his belly, old dirty blue jeans, and black tennis shoes that were worn down to the sole. Jim’s weapon of choice was a wooden baseball bat. The second guy was really short, five foot tall at the most, but he was the scariest, I’ll call him Joey. Joey was wearing the same thing as the big guy, except it was covered in red splotches everywhere. It didn’t take long for me to find out why.