Emergency Room-Personal Narrative

It was 7:30 on a Sunday morning and I could sense Mom’s hand, trying to rouse me from a deep sleep. It was the first real sleep I had had in weeks. I fought with my swollen eyelids just to separate them from each other. As I slowly parted them, I saw the blurred image of my mom and sisters in front of me. “How are you feeling?” they asked apprehensively, as if the answer was a matter of life or death. I sat up and peered around the room with what little vision I had, which wasn't much between the absence of glasses and my puffy eyes. Through the haze, I noticed that my room was in ruins. I sat and pondered for a moment before I gave an answer, but as I was about to reply another question came to me. Why was Anjanay there? Instead, I decided to lay back down to try to return to sleep. My mom would never allow this. That was when flashes of the night before started to come to me. The first thing I remembered was lying in the back seat of Mom’s car while …show more content…
The buzz of the radio finally brought me back to reality again, and suddenly we were in the emergency room parking lot. Why? Right as I entered, the smell of cleaner and baby powder filled my nose, and it was incredibly overwhelming. My mom started to talk to the lady at the front desk, so I found a seat. After sitting for nearly thirty minutes, a boy around my age sat two or three seats down from us with his parents. By the way his leg was shaking, I could tell he was anxious, but there was something so intriguing and divine about him. He was average height with a stocky build and dark hair with the slightest bit of scruff on his face, but the most captivating thing about him were his deep, exquisite brown eyes. I contemplated talking to him, but as I was just about to, another memory came to me. I saw my mom running into my black room, yelling at me to calm down, and hugging me as she slowly removed the pill bottle from my