Personal Narrative-Old Scars

Old Scars
Just imagine a year and a half of being with a person, then one night getting a phone call that would change everything. That happened to me a little over a year ago. That entire night I knew something was wrong, I could feel it deep in my gut. It had been too long since I had heard from Ian and it was starting to get late. The phone call was the confirmation and it broke my heart.
I got the phone call around nine pm, Ian’s dad, Jamie had called off of Ian’s brothers phone to tell me that Jamie’s girlfriend, Heather was on her way to my house to pick me up. He told me that Ian had been in a car accident and that he thought he was okay. I was sure at that moment my heart stopped, why did this have to happen to him? From that moment on, the rest of my night was tears and everyone asking me if I was okay. I arrived to the hospital to find most of his close family sitting in the waiting room, I wasn’t the only one crying. …show more content…
No, I was not okay. I was scared for Ian and I just wanted to see him. I still hadn’t heard anything on how he was or if he was truly okay. Finally, Jamie came out and got me from the waiting room to go back and see him. Only two or three people were allowed in this tiny emergency room at a time, it was small and smelled like cleaning supplies and blood. As soon as I walked through those doors my heart broke a little more. There he was, my perfect boyfriend all gashed up. Glass shards hanging out of his face, neck, and hands. The one in his neck only centimeters from his carotid artery, three centimeters to be exact. I was three centimeters from losing this boy that had been through so much with me and been there for me through