Personal Narrative: Working At The Powerplant

I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom, blankly staring drowned on my thoughts. My stomach grumbling my body aching my head resting on leaves stuffed on a pillow and my body covered on an odd looking blanket the feeling of it is like a sack.

I have no choice but to cover myself with it every night in order to keep my body temperature, last night it was freezing I toss and turned to sleep but something on my mind was keeping my head awake, instead I end up suffocating myself with a pillow just to sleep.

I remember the times, my father was teaching me to work at the powerplant kind of a show-and-bring-your-kid to work event. while he was pressing buttons I'm amused by looking at the electric currents I wonder how it works the energy channeling …show more content…
The workers grabbed me while I was running towards my father, I wept and shove then enough for them to stumble on their knees, I screamed and kneeled down on my father I touched his head and I felt a spark or a burn, all my thoughts flooding on my head as they got him on a standard stretcher

'Why me why in all this time why do I even have to witness it ?', The thought came unbidden into my mind as they took my father away to get him to a medic on the power plant.

I tried to chase after them the sound of the commotion inside the factory was taking me into a jarring halt. My vision obstructed by tears pricking my tear ducts, and the stinging from the sweat trickling down to my forehead.

I cannot do anything to erase that memory from me, it became the highlight since he left. Everyone came to express their condolences but all I can hear was the noises.

The noise of the clamoring, scent of burning flesh, and the sight of my dying father that I could not do anything to save him from that