Personal Narrative: I Am Luke Hemmings

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"Hi you all know me I am Luke Hemmings from five seconds of summer. Today we are going on our first show in San Diego California hope to see you there" I say while posting the video onto Instagram. The long tiresome bumpy ride to San Diego was horrible I must admit. And we still have 3 hours left on this bus. I peer outside the window and I could tell it was going to rain. Groaning I walk to the kitchen part of the tour bus and see my band mate Ashton. "What's wrong mate" ashton says. It's gonna storm I mutter groaning again. What's the problem Ashton asks. Playing a show in the rain sucks I say as I frown crashing down into the chair. "BOOM, Ashton Luke?! Are you guys okay!" I hear someone yelling but I can't move I look at my surroundings and I'm on the ground, rain dancing all over my face. The bus smashed into another car. Excess glass scattered around myself and the bus. All I see is our tour manager and Ashton a few feet away from me, unresponsive. Where did this all go wrong how could this happen. Our tour is going to be cancelled. No no no. This cannot be happening, everything was going so well. I feel myself being picked up and thrown onto a bed. There are two …show more content…
Although nothing was ever right, I feel like I can't remember myself. I remember small things, like my mom, Calum my best friend, and my girlfriend Lizzy. However, people keep coming to visit I can't remember them. To be completely honest, I don't even think I know them. They all have thick Australian accents like me, I think that they are all guys. I've heard a doctor come in a few times and mention to whoever is in the room how long I've been in the coma. So far I've been in it for about two months. I've received many, "please wake up" carried on with soft cries, and "don't leave me." I've tried to wake up, believe me. And I'm trying to not leave anyone. Whoever is talking to me, believe me I want to get out of this stupid coma

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