The Uncovered-Personal Narrative

My body stirred, it was alive again! I felt the nerves from different parts of my somewhat lifeless body ignite a spark to send electrical waves with hidden messages to every limb that was present and in need of a wake up call. The minute my lids flickered to remove the sight of pitch black by processing the trashed room that looked like the aftermath of a tornado, the little clump of fear in me grew. It was all too familiar, the ruffled cream sheets, the uncomfortable pillows, the faded curtains, the fogged up windows, the smell of medicine and the unfolded green gowns that were placed messily on the metal carts that weren’t in their usual position, it all was a never-ending series of lines that never seemed to connect. I headed towards the exit of this trapped establishment, and for some odd reason, the path I was supposed to take wasn’t clear, deformed carts were scattered everywhere, broken glass that belonged to the windows laid shattered on the ground, ripped cloth that was in disproportionate sizes hung onto the metal railings and pills that were used to heal were distributed on the stained white porcelain …show more content…
While the noise from the atmosphere was mute, the words spoken by the voices in my head sent a chilling sensation down my spine as it reminded me of how lonely, forsaken and isolated I truly was in this orthodox land. Around me, I saw ripped newspapers draping on to oxidized poles, plastic bags drifting in the wind’s direction, stained buildings that reeked of something horrid, capsized buses that crushed anything underneath and cars that were not aligned in their designated places. Every step I took increased the bar of uncanniness. My surroundings seemed to trap me in a bubble that assured my future here was unfathomable. Abruptly, an unexpected observation worsened my distressed