Personal Narrative: How Fast Your Life

You can never be too sure how fast your life can change. In one split second it could be lost. You can't reverse what happened. You can't change how it happened. You can only regret not preventing it when you're at fault. Her name is Keira. Everyone is surrounding her, putting her breathing tubes on right, and making sure her pulse is normal. She's beautiful, 15 years old, her dark brown hair, is a curly mess under and over her head. When the doctors leave, I look at her fondly as if I knew this woman. Her light skin, painted with scratches and bruises. Her hands on her stomach, following her breathing pattern. It was normal. I surrendered at the thought that perhaps I didn't have to do my job today. I reached my hand down towards hers. …show more content…
Once I turned to face who it was, I see her dragged out by doctors, assuring her they're doing the best they can. I follow them outside to hear what was happening, and who that person was. "We're trying to do what we can, I can assure you everything will be fine. Just give us time and space, we'll take care of your daughter, Mrs. Anderson." Her mom's body is lingering on to every word the doctor is expressing towards her. His words strike a little bit of hope in the mother's emotions. She lifted herself up a little, with the help of her husband. The doctor turned around facing me, reading inches from my face, as if I was there. 'Oh wait. I'm not,' I thought. His lab coat read 'Dr. Gibson.' At times like this I almost wish I didn't have a job to