A Trip To Josie: A Narrative Fiction

“Wake up,” Josie Said to me as she pulled the comforter off of my bed. “Five more minutes,” I slowly griped. “No, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I got up, my bones aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and headed down the stairs. When I go down the never ending stairs, I went to the kitchen to get me a glass of orange juice—a glass fresh from our small city of Destin, Florida. I drank the entire glass in under a minute. (That was a personal record of mine that changes from time to time). When I got done drinking the orange juice, I went to Josie's room to see what I needed to pack. Once I reached the top of those darn stairs, I went in search for Josie. As I reached her door, I heard a loud thump coming from somewhere within her room. I entered without knocking, and found her in her walk-in closet, throwing shoes on an immense pile of clothing. I Said, “Josie! What in the world are you doing?” She replied, “I’m trying to find my trench coat!” All of a sudden Josie looks up at me and says, “You need to get packing, we’re leaving in 30 minutes!” As I realized how …show more content…
It was 12 minutes before the ambulance got here, (I counted). We rushed through the traffic, dodging each taxi, car, etc.. We arrived at Mount Sinai Hospital in less than the time it took the EMT’s to get to the crime scene. As my level of consciousness ascended and descended, I could hear the doctors talking about Josie’s health being critical; that’s when my level of consciousness became zero. When I came to my senses, I was gaining the sense of fear due to the nonexistent pain that I felt. “What’s wrong with me, why can’t I feel anything?” I Said to myself, not realizing that the doctor was beginning to enter my