Suspenseful Summer Day
It’s like you’re just staring at a picture, but instead of it being on photo-paper it’s taking place right in front of you. You almost feel like a ghost in a stand still because all you could do is look. Your ears are turned off for a moment then switches back on as you fade from the blackout. That’s how anxiety feels, but not every moment of it is something bad because it could be a sign of change for the better.
I remember this day starting off like any other one: woke up, got dressed, did my chores, and went straight to the backyard to play. That summer felt hot and humid outside which limited what I could do in the day. Being only nine-years-old, I decided to kick a ball back and forth along the …show more content…
Everyone in the house felt like statues staring in one direction. I recall myself poking at my brother, Adrian, who was standing in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room, asking him “what’s going on.” I gazed upon my siblings faces not understanding anything that was happening.-- That fateful day my neighbor, Raquel, had gotten into a physical argument with her boyfriend, Ricky. She had a daughter who was special ed, and could barely even speak a word better yet defend herself from Raquel’s boyfriend’s fists. So, as any other mother would, she grabbed her daughter and came to our house asking for help from my mother.-- When I looked in the direction that everyone was staring in I saw Raquel and her daughter screaming for help. Looking at my mother’s face she looked bewildered, not knowing how to react to Raquel’s request. Yet my sister, Anjeanette, thought wisely and grabbed the phone to dial 911. It was right there, in just those few moments, that I saw Raquel and her daughter be shoved out of the front doorway by Ricky with a gun in his hand. It was so unexpected and shocking for all of us …show more content…
What if something were to happen to one of my family members? What if he comes inside? Questions like these raced through my mind as the minutes clocked by so slow. My eyes spilled out water to my cheeks because I was so scared and trembling. I was only the nine-years-old, so what was I supposed to do? In my generation as a kid we didn’t have cellphones until the age of thirteen. I wished that my dad was there at home. He would’ve known what to do. The more I thought about the situation the less I paid attention to other things around me. Anabelle was right next to me in the room, and just as scared as I was. Instead of focusing on me I switched my perspective to her and tried to make things seem alright. It was the only thing I could do to
It’s like you’re just staring at a picture, but instead of it being on photo-paper it’s taking place right in front of you. You almost feel like a ghost in a stand still because all you could do is look. Your ears are turned off for a moment then switches back on as you fade from the blackout. That’s how anxiety feels, but not every moment of it is something bad because it could be a sign of change for the better.
I remember this day starting off like any other one: woke up, got dressed, did my chores, and went straight to the backyard to play. That summer felt hot and humid outside which limited what I could do in the day. Being only nine-years-old, I decided to kick a ball back and forth along the …show more content…
Everyone in the house felt like statues staring in one direction. I recall myself poking at my brother, Adrian, who was standing in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room, asking him “what’s going on.” I gazed upon my siblings faces not understanding anything that was happening.-- That fateful day my neighbor, Raquel, had gotten into a physical argument with her boyfriend, Ricky. She had a daughter who was special ed, and could barely even speak a word better yet defend herself from Raquel’s boyfriend’s fists. So, as any other mother would, she grabbed her daughter and came to our house asking for help from my mother.-- When I looked in the direction that everyone was staring in I saw Raquel and her daughter screaming for help. Looking at my mother’s face she looked bewildered, not knowing how to react to Raquel’s request. Yet my sister, Anjeanette, thought wisely and grabbed the phone to dial 911. It was right there, in just those few moments, that I saw Raquel and her daughter be shoved out of the front doorway by Ricky with a gun in his hand. It was so unexpected and shocking for all of us …show more content…
What if something were to happen to one of my family members? What if he comes inside? Questions like these raced through my mind as the minutes clocked by so slow. My eyes spilled out water to my cheeks because I was so scared and trembling. I was only the nine-years-old, so what was I supposed to do? In my generation as a kid we didn’t have cellphones until the age of thirteen. I wished that my dad was there at home. He would’ve known what to do. The more I thought about the situation the less I paid attention to other things around me. Anabelle was right next to me in the room, and just as scared as I was. Instead of focusing on me I switched my perspective to her and tried to make things seem alright. It was the only thing I could do to