Personal Narrative: The Connection Between Anticipation And Anxiety

Anticipation and anxiety had overwhelmed me since I had awakened. I’m going to see my father today for the first time in four years. Even though a twelve year old doesn’t take long to get ready, I spent hours getting ready. I was only doing this so I could waste time, but yet, it seemed as if another year was passing by. Four years ago I walked in on my sister bawling; I curiously asked what was troubling her. Anna, my sister, told me my father was hurting her, but I kept having her to repeat it because I just couldn’t fathom it. She asked me not to tell my grandma and my mother but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him keep hurting her when I knew about it. I had to tell someone so I told my grandma. I watched as she had become infuriated at my father. She covered how she felt and went to my sister with the most sincerest eyes and sweetest touch, and she old her everything will be okay and so will Anna. The next three hours waiting for my mom to come home felt like weeks. She walked and gotten settled for supper. As soon as she sat down, my grandma told her everything. My mother, with absolutely no expression on her face got up and went to Anna’s room to talk. Anna told her everything, my mother became so enraged. I watched out the glass door in the living room, sobbing, as my mother and Anna got in the ar and headed to the police station. The whole …show more content…
Everyone found ways of coping but me. My grandma moved back to Nebraska. Vicky dedicated herself to school. Anna moved north to attend a private school. My mother buried herself in jobs, losing weight, and finding a new love. Then there was me, drowning in depression and self-hate. Everyday was like a burning hell because I found something new to hate about myself or my life. All the time i had on my hands was suffocating. One day, my mom made me hang out with one of her friend to get me out the house, but oh, i dreaded