Personal Narrative

I felt the harsh dirt under my feet. Bobbing my head, I swayed back and forth, struggling to avoid hitting my head on the low branches that filled the dense forest. In the background of my thoughts, I heard my friends trying to talk to me, asking me, “Hey, you gonna jump?” “Mmm..hmmm,” I replied. Their question didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t interested in what they had to say, only intense focus filled my mind, about what I was about to do. Distraught about my decision to sneak out with my brother and friends, a great deal of guilt started to form within me. Anxious and timidly, I went up to the edge of the cliff and observed what I would soon be hurdling into. Looking down, I saw brown, scummy water below the dirt cliff that was keeping …show more content…
This thought crossed my mind over and over again until I finally came to an abrupt stop at the base of the creek. All of the sudden, my feet hit the sharp rocks lining the bottom of the creek. Quickly, I tried to open my eyes, but I only saw mucky, green water. With a swift push against the jagged rocks, I shot myself upward in the water. When my head finally surfaced, I could breath again. To try to get of the filthy taste of the creek water out of my mouth, I spit into the water. Once I came back to realization, I looked up at what I just fell from. Just as I had feared, I heard the stale sound of silence. Of course, no sign of my brother or my friends. After catching my breath, I moved my arms back and forth trying to swim over to shore as fast as I could. When my feet were finally standing on the soft mud on the bank, I became a bit more calm. As soon as I reached the dry and desolate shore, I walked around, hoping to find some sunlight to dry me off. While standing on the bank I tried to comprehend where my brother and friends would have gone, and why? In order to find my brother, I would have to find my way back up to the paved trail. Forcefully, my feet dug into the steep dirt wall, attempting to climb up, but I only slid back down the wall. After many attempts, I finally made …show more content…
Whatever you do, do not move!” With my confusion and befuddlement set aside, I took a step to my right and looked down below me. At first, I didn’t see anything, but then my eyes meet up with a snake along side my foot. It was thick, black, and covered in large gold spots. The moment I started to escape, the pain sank in. The snake’s fangs drove deep into my ankle. The throbbing in my leg couldn’t equate to any other pain. At first I wasn't sure what to do, but then, my mind when blank, my instincts kicked it, and therefore, I ran, I kicked, I screamed, I jumped, and I shook. The razor sharp fangs finally loosened from my skin and left my leg sore and bloody. Before I knew what he was doing, my brother placed a rock in the palm of his hand and flung it at the snake. It squashed the snake against the ground, and eventually killed it. Worried for me, my friends were already on the phone with my mother, and she was on her way. With my arm around my brother, I limped up to the cemented path. Concerned, my mom showed up just a few minutes later and took us all to the Emergency Room at the hospital. The parking lot was mainly empty and my mother and I hoped that meant that there wouldn’t be much of a wait. As we entered, a strong scent emanated from the doors of the hospital. Rubbing alcohol, a smell I often associated with shots. The smell stung my nose. Because of this dreadful scent, I quickly get headaches in hospitals, which is ironic. The ambiance of hospitals