Essay on Poem Analysis : ' Come On ' Scarlett '
She dropped Seamus’s hand and tried climbing the stairs, but she stopped when a massive amount of pain shot up her legs. Seamus caught her before she fell down the stairs and carried her the rest of the way up.
“Are you sure that you want to hear him out?” Seamus whispered.
“Yeah, I do,” Scarlett assured him.
Seamus sat her lightly on the edge of the bed and stood next to her.
“Here goes nothing,” Charlie thought to himself with a deep breath.
“Alright, I want you to look at your legs. Take in every detail about them, got it?” Charlie instructed and Scarlett nodded. “Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine the glass falling out of your legs and to the ground. Imagine all of the cuts instantly healing and that you have silky, smooth legs again. I want you to picture that huge bruise on your back fading into nothingness, along with the one on your chest,” Charlie’s soft voice floated to Scarlett. She did what she was told and was really trying to focus when Seamus started to complain.
“You have got to be kidding me. If you are just going to do mojo shit, then I’m going to take her to a real doctor,” Seamus complained.
“Shut up, Seamus!” she exclaimed and shut her eyes again. She tried to put even more focus into it this time.
Charlie watched her legs expectantly for a moment. When he thought that she wasn’t…