Personal Narrative Essay

When I woke up, the fluorescent lights hurt my eyes, and every sound vibrated off my skin. It felt like it was the day after Katelyn Li’s party all over again, except this time it was a new level of painful. The first concrete image I had was of my mother crying, she kept repeating, “Your okay, your okay.” At that point I had no idea of what was going on, I was seriously confused, and my vision could be called blurry at best, but the drugs definitely helped. The drugs helped me get through a week of pointless small talk, and the nurse who gave them to me, became my best friend, shoving my brother off his throne of 16 years, not an easy task, but nurse Clara had the goods, and my brother was pissing me off. Everyone had their own script, my …show more content…
Later, when I more coherent, I started to ask those questions, and each member of my family as if coached on the matter, simply said, “you got hurt, now you’re getting better,” and changed the subject. Until one day, my brother ran out of hockey facts. Tyler glanced around the room looking for mum and dad, and when they were nowhere to be found, he picked up a plastic cup and said, “Look Chelsea, this is recyclable”. I was older by 3 minutes, not younger by 16 years, and still drooling. A plastic cup no longer had the power to amuse me, “Tyler just, tell me! You guys have all been treating me like I’m …show more content…
“Oh Chels, don’t cry, don’t cry, please.” He said coming to my bedside to hug me, but I pushed him away, and said, “Tyler, finish the story”.
Tyler just sighed, and started to tear up too, “Someone, we don’t know who,” he shuddered, “took you to the hospital and left…” He looked at the ceiling, and blinked rapidly, “you there. Do you remember anything Chels? Who was this guy?”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember anything,” I cried. The machines started to go off and the nurses and doctors rushed in to see what was wrong. My blood pressure had risen rapidly and I was given a sedative to calm down.
I spent the four weeks in hospital trying to fill in the holes in my memory, but it was like taking photographs without taking the cap off the camera, it didn’t matter what lens or angle I tried, the picture always came out black. With the doctor’s help, we learnt that, I had a one month gap in my memory, that included whatever had happened to me, and whoever brought me in. I obsessed about the guy, was it someone I knew? If so, where did I know him from? And why didn’t my brother know about him? If he was a stranger, then why did he run away from the hospital? I became more obsessed on the last day of my stay at the hospital. My mum was helping me check out. My dad had gone back to work and my brother had school, then hockey practice. I was just about to leave when the largest bunch of flowers I

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