Calvin's Life-Personal Narrative

The young boy lacked a normal appearance anyone could see that something was wrong with him. He had short messy hair that went over his forehead, and his pale, grey like skin was brought out due to the bright lighting. His eyes were dark, darker than any sane mans eyes, and he wore a light blue t-shirt and scrub pants that had been given to him by the hospital. The clothes that he wore before were stained with blood and all torn up. On the right side of his face were cuts along his eyebrow. His left arm was covered with bandages all the way up above his shirt, which had been shredded when he hit the broken glass. His injuries seemed painful, when he really could feel a thing. He never could feel anything. He could have lost a leg and felt nothing. Calvin blankly stared out the window, his face empty with no emotion what so ever, and every few minutes his leg, arm, …show more content…
When the thought of his brother entered his mind, he couldn't help but let his eyes begin to tear up. The horrible memory played over and over in his mind. His screaming that had been cut off when the front of the car was smashed in. everything when blank for a moment before Calvin opened his eyes to see his brother's body, his forehead impaled with glass shards, his hips and legs were crushed under the force of the steering wheel. This was the last thing he had seen of his older brother. The road home continued on for what seemed like forever. It took so long to get home due to his mother wanting to avoid passing the sight of the crash. They had both been more than ready to get out of the car and step into their home. They noticed a old vehicle that was parked in front of their house, there was a familiar figure who stood out in the driveway. Calvin felt anger and frustration take over him at the sight of his father. The same father who wasn't there. "Why is he here?" Calvin said quietly as he looked at his