A Narrative Essay On My Stitches By Jan Mendes

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

As I stepped into the mud room to take off my bright pink rainboots, I knew something was not normal. As I glided onto the sleek wood floors to grab a crunchy after-school snack, I hear my mom descend down the carpeted stairs slowly, becoming aware that this will not be a normal “how was your day at school” conversation. I raced to the cabinet to grab my fix of Goldfish and I sat down on the floor to get a little snuggle time with my dog before my world was turned upside-down.

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

The sky was bright and the birds were sitting on the tree branches singing their songs. I layed in bed slowly trying to pull myself out of bed. It would be my first day back to school in 3 days. I reach for my phone to look at the time. 7:15. Schools already started so there is no point in going. The teachers will understand. I set my phone back down on the nightstand. After a few minutes pass by I hear my phone buzz. It’s a text from my friend, Britney.

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

Walking from my car, I grab a lukewarm Dr. Pepper as I make my way into my house. As I make my way up to my room I toss my backpack onto my bed, fall into my desk chair and crack open the soda. Another basic day at school topped off with sports practice that went to long and a mountain of AP Biology, AP Government and AP whatever homework. It’s already 6:00 PM and even though I should get started on my homework, I kick my feet up on my bed and out of reflex my phone is in my hand and I’m instantly taken back by the ungodly amount of messages I missed during practice. As I scan the texts I can’t believe I forgot what happened today. Avenged Sevenfold released a new album. It’s been the only thing that my friends have been talking

I was watching my uncle rebuild his dune buggy engine.I walked to the cooler to get a drink. I was walking to the camp fire. When all the sudden I was bit by a dog. I looked at my leg.

The wind was howling like a werewolf on a full moon day. Goosebumps formed on my arm as if I was watching a horror movie. I could barely see the person right next to me, we all kept dancing, hitting each other several times. But, all of this was still better than that crummy, old Miller gym. My friends’ mom walked up to my teacher just as our dance was to finish up. She whispered into my teacher's ear and as she did so her face lost some color. My friends and I all had quizzical looks on our faces as my teacher led us into the gym. I looked up at the clock, the time was 7:45 and the date was 4/10/17. My teacher never let us out 15 minutes early, but today she did and to my surprise all of the parents were eagerly waiting outside.

I shot open my eyes and heard my alarm, Rosendale Fairytale, playing. It's a quiet and peaceful tune, but it is loud enough to wake me up. It’s six o'clock , my anxiety has kicked in. I’m leaning against the wall in a corner of my bedroom, holding on to my stuffed animal as if my life depended on it. I need to go, but I didn't want to; it’s an endless fight between myself. Fear and anxiety set aside, I get up from the floor and get ready for the impending doom known as high school. At school, I’m okay; due to the distractions of daily routine the fear fades and I'm okay for the time being. My friends and work occupied my time keeping me distracted from my monsters. I feel guilty for the times I don't come to school because of the anxiousness, for I disappointed myself, my mother, and my friends. My friends have it worse than me, I feel like I don't deserve to vent because compared to them my problems were nothing. A friend who’s family hates them for what they are, another that’s poor, another has extremely strict parenting, due to my friends problems I feel like I don't deserve to vent nor to be anxious; I feel as though I dont have the right

My iPod beeping waking me up to a new start of the day, my first day of middle school. As I lay down in bed, still half asleep, not wanting to move an inch. My heart drops hearing each pound, getting louder and louder; breathing heavily, knowing my anxiety came back for its daily visit. I know I had to get ready, so pushing myself up walking slowly towards the bathroom; Seeing my reflection having tearing eyes, but too afraid to tell my parents to not take me. Each minute passing my stomach dropping

On a sunny summer morning at my house the annoying birds woke me up as always, but this was not an ordinary day. I was going to my friend Bruno's house. His house was just on the other side of Lake Tranquility. There was two weeks of summer left before we had to go back to jail which is also known as school. I was going to go to his house at 11:50 in the morning. I had pancakes with syrup for breakfast, then I got my clothes on and packed a bathing suit in a bag for Bruno’s house, because he has a pool. I watched Netflix and played on my kindle for a while.

I stared at my computer screen, hurrying to finish all that night’s assignments before I had to leave to meet Trent, the “it” guy of the school. Today he approached me, out of the ordinary for him or anyone for that matter, and told me to hang out with him and his friends at his house. I scurried out the front door of the duplex, past my bitter, hissing cat, and quickly shouted “bye” to my mom.

I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the day. A quick shower, tasty fresh eggs and bacon for breakfast, and I was ready for the day. I brushed my teeth and called Haylee to say she could pick me up. When she arrived, we knew it was going to be a long drive and wanted to stop for snacks. Before leaving town, Haylee and I ran inside Super America to get all kinds of junk food and something to drink. When we jumped back into the car, we finally started our drive to the cities. The car ride was long, boring, and almost painful to sit through. Driving through town after town and playing on our phones the whole ride, we wondered what else there was to do: nothing.

As a bubbly, inquisitive child, life always seemed to be on a schedule. I just did what I was supposed to do. I got good grades, played sports with my friends and didn’t question anything. EHH EHH EHH, the alarm clock went off, it was Saturday morning and I smelt the aroma of my mom’s home-made pancakes with bacon. I threw my sheets off my half-asleep body, rubbed my eyes and started shuffling to the kitchen. It was a brisk and chilly morning; I had my pink Bratz robe and Stompie slippers on while eating breakfast with my brother and sister. My mom looked at the clock and it was fifteen minutes past eight. I had a church basketball game at 9:30, so I finished my breakfast and put my basketball gear on. Then I got in the car and my family and I start our Saturday morning routine.