7:49 PM, the Concrete All I felt was the hard concrete floor on my face. I felt numb to the feeling of the rocks that was stabbing the side of my rib cage. And the glass that cut the right side of my thigh. All I would see was pure blackness, but once I open my eyes, I became blinded with blue white and red lights of an ambulance. Once I became conscious of where I was, I lifted myself from the floor and could feel the blood on my forehead role down to the side of my cheekbone.
I lifted my hand to where the cut was to make sure it wasn’t something too damaging. But as I lifted my hand, I saw that my knuckles were filled with blood as well. I could feel the blood on my knuckles roll down to my elbows. And see my blood drip onto the floor. …show more content…
I thought for a moment and said maybe my ma would let me keep it. I went running to her, “ma! Look what I found!” she turns and saw me with the puppet. I began to show her my new trick and tell her that it was easy and everything. She smiled, “how nice now put it away.”
I began to grow sad. “Why, I really want to keep it.”
She sighed and told me, “imagined that thing moving around at night without you pulling the strings. Besides, do you want the candies or the puppet?” She got me there; I had to decide whether I wanted the puppet that much.
I saw the strings and the two planks of wood on top. I move the left side of the wood and move the creatures left hand to placing it on its face, showing that it was sad too. As I kept walking with the puppet, I kept pulling his strings so it could look like he was walking with me. But once I reach the ugly couch, I sat down and looked at the puppet. The poor puppet seemed happier when one is controlling him from the background. But then I thought for a feel seconds. Would anyone enjoy that in real life? How sad it would be if I had strings attach to me.
9:42 PM, Becoming the puppet “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense? Why would I do this to myself?” I began to grow frantic. My dad and everyone came to me to calm me down. But I was already tired of being calm, I wanted …show more content…
I felt as though I was stuck in place until my little monster decided to play with the strings that control me. Sometimes I would forget that I had epilepsy and continue my life like a normal child. I would feel as though I didn’t have them and try to be normal. But that little monster always likes to come and play when I least expect it to. In a song called control by Halsey, I feel I can relate to what she is saying in a way, “I sat alone, in bed till the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me my mind's like a deadly disease… And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right; you should be scared of me who is in control?” (Halsey)
I felt that I can relate to this song because I don’t know what is controlling me in my head and I feel as though people are scared of me. I feel their eyes staring at me, watching my every move to make sure I don’t collapse on the floor. And I have had kids scream at me crying saying stop. That little monster that I have in my head has caused people to begin to be scared of me. I was the puppet now and no one could help
I lifted my hand to where the cut was to make sure it wasn’t something too damaging. But as I lifted my hand, I saw that my knuckles were filled with blood as well. I could feel the blood on my knuckles roll down to my elbows. And see my blood drip onto the floor. …show more content…
I thought for a moment and said maybe my ma would let me keep it. I went running to her, “ma! Look what I found!” she turns and saw me with the puppet. I began to show her my new trick and tell her that it was easy and everything. She smiled, “how nice now put it away.”
I began to grow sad. “Why, I really want to keep it.”
She sighed and told me, “imagined that thing moving around at night without you pulling the strings. Besides, do you want the candies or the puppet?” She got me there; I had to decide whether I wanted the puppet that much.
I saw the strings and the two planks of wood on top. I move the left side of the wood and move the creatures left hand to placing it on its face, showing that it was sad too. As I kept walking with the puppet, I kept pulling his strings so it could look like he was walking with me. But once I reach the ugly couch, I sat down and looked at the puppet. The poor puppet seemed happier when one is controlling him from the background. But then I thought for a feel seconds. Would anyone enjoy that in real life? How sad it would be if I had strings attach to me.
9:42 PM, Becoming the puppet “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense? Why would I do this to myself?” I began to grow frantic. My dad and everyone came to me to calm me down. But I was already tired of being calm, I wanted …show more content…
I felt as though I was stuck in place until my little monster decided to play with the strings that control me. Sometimes I would forget that I had epilepsy and continue my life like a normal child. I would feel as though I didn’t have them and try to be normal. But that little monster always likes to come and play when I least expect it to. In a song called control by Halsey, I feel I can relate to what she is saying in a way, “I sat alone, in bed till the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me my mind's like a deadly disease… And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right; you should be scared of me who is in control?” (Halsey)
I felt that I can relate to this song because I don’t know what is controlling me in my head and I feel as though people are scared of me. I feel their eyes staring at me, watching my every move to make sure I don’t collapse on the floor. And I have had kids scream at me crying saying stop. That little monster that I have in my head has caused people to begin to be scared of me. I was the puppet now and no one could help