Personal Narrative-The Pain

The pain. The pain was unbearable. My mind blanked out in that single moment. I did not notice my eyes watering up, spilling the few droplets of tears streaming through my pain stricken face. My face which had already contorted to an ugly visage: my eyebrows scrunched, my eyes closed, and my teeth clenched. The pain which originated from having my arm twisted at my back, I only remembered three sounds coming out of my mouth: a whimper, a sob and a cry of pain. Three things resonated on my mind over and over again. Why me? Why is he doing this to me? And the biggest thing, it hurt so much.
In the hallway there 's’ always a wallflower--a kid who sits and reads, quietly biding his time. That was me in Middle School. The quiet guy who sits in the corner without that much friends, that was me. During a discussion with friends, I preferred to listenI did not speak but listened instead. Submissive and shy described my attitude, not asking help from others. I also did much to ask help from anyone. I did not like However, I would face
He was a very good friend of mine, some …show more content…
Until one day, I confided with my mom about the problem. I told her almost everything about the event. That moment changed my life. After trying to persuade her not to call the parents of my former friend and also trying to preventing her from facing my former friend face to face, she gave me advice on how to deal with the problem. She told me to stand up for myself consequences be damned. Instead of always being passive like I always did, try to fight him in anyway possible to show him that I was not weak but strong and that he could never push me any further and that I was stronger than him. I felt skeptical on the advice my mom gave me. I thought at that time that it was such a huge contradiction. Would standing up against ‘that guy’ just aggravate him further and increase his teasing? My mom, ever the wise woman that she is, spoke two proverbial words. Trust