A Short Story Essay : The Tragedy Of My Life

You ever sit there and get that weird feeling in your gut ? That feeling that something isn’t right ? Yeah it sucks waking up to that feeling and having it the whole day. It turns out something wasn’t right after all. As I was sitting in my chemistry class I get this text from my sister… It wasn’t your average text. It was a text that would make your heart drop down to your stomach. The text said “ hey dads in the hospital, I don’t know what’s wrong but Herman and Danielle are there already”. With just those words I felt my face get hot and my body to get weak. The reason it really worried was because my dad doesn’t like hospitals. He would only go if something was just too much for him to handle. So as I

“Madison Carter! I know you were the class clown! Don’t try to fool me!” my husband Johnny Flash yelped. I rolled my eyes, I didn’t have time to argue, I had to get ready.

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

When I was only 7 years old, my mom shared her plans of a life-changing surgery on her ankle she would undergo. Even though I was only 7, I had this overwhelming feeling she shouldn’t have it done. She reassured me of the 90% chance she would be able to run again and of all the people who have had this surgery. I still disagreed with her. Nothing could change the gut feeling I had.

So I got up and slowly tried to put weight on it but just the littlest amount of pressure was to much. So off we went to the hospital in Winchester. When we got there my mom went and got me a wheelchair so I wasn’t hopping into the hospital. When we got to my hospital room the nurse was asking if I wanted any drugs to help with the pain and I said, “ No it doesn’t hurt.” After a while they came and got me for my x-rays and the nurse wheeled me into this dark room, and there it was the x-ray machine with a metal table under it for me to sit on. The nurse helped me on to the table and the nurse adjusted my foot for the x-rays. After the x-rays she helped me back on to the wheelchair and wheeled me back to my hospital room and then helped me on the bed to wait for the results. It was probably ten to twenty minutes my parents and I waited. Finally the doctor walked in and told us that I had three broken bones in my foot, and in my head my head I thought to myself, there goes my

They took his friend’s car so my dad asked him if he could borrow his car to come to the hospital and he said yes. My dad always tells me that I’m gonna break something so when he got to the hospital and came to the room I was in the first thing he said to me was “I told you so.” I was so worried I was going to need surgery but luckily I didn’t. My room was a few feet away from the door for the part of the building that I was in so every time the door would open my dad would start tapping his feet so I would think it was the doctor coming to give me the news that I did not need surgery and that I just needed a

My freshman track season I started to feel some pain in my left foot, so I decided to go to the doctor. He diagnosed me with tendonitis. I had to wear a CAM walker as I rounded out my freshman season, but eventually when I was feeling better I no longer needed the cumbersome boot. A few months later, when it was volleyball season, the rigorous volleyball tournaments began to have dire consequences on my foot. During one of the matches, I injured my foot again to the extent that I could no longer put weight on it. The doctor said that the arch in my foot was collapsing, and the only thing he could do to fix it was surgery, A few weeks later, on my 16th birthday I had foot surgery.

When my mom got there she took me to the emergency room. The doctor took me for x-rays and about an hour later he came to me and said that it was broken. My heart sank. Then I asked him, “Will I get to do anything?” He said that I wouldn’t get to do anything. Then he went and got the stuff for my first cast. It was cloth paper and cast material. He put the cast material around my arm. Then he wrapped it in paper wrap. The doctor said, “You can't get it wet or it will fall apart.”

When I saw my aunt and uncle walk into the waiting room, fresh tear stains streaked upon their cheeks, I knew. When my uncle opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out but a child like squeal, my heart was torn in half. When someone finally said the words ‘she’s gone’ to the family members that had just arrived, getting my extremities cut off of my body one by one would have most certainly hurt less. I shut down and sat in that too clean smelling hospital room, little by little people began to say their good-byes to each other and leave, while I just sat. My grandpa walked in and I looked up at the red neon clock on the wall to see that a hour had passed. Without saying a word, he motioned and walked with me out of the room to the end of the hallway where my sister and cousin were sitting. The corner where the four of us sat, you could look out the windows into a sea of city

I never thought I would be laying on an operating table at the age of 15. I had been dealing with knee pain for over 2 years so I finally agreed to surgery. This was my first major surgery and in order to tell this story, I have to go back to the beginning.

On the freeway, I decided to tell my dad that I wanted to play with my knee in this condition. As I started to tell the

When I finally arrived at the Hospital I got the message I was dreading, they have been moved into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). As I tried to hold myself together, I ambled throughout the Hospital halls, leading my mother toward the ICU. As we entered the room, we saw a crowd of familiar faces gathered by a Hospital bed. Stopping before the bed I took a deep breath and

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.