A Short Story : The Story Of Gia Cantrell

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

When I was in first grade I witnessed a motorcycle accident outside my elementary school. A man had been riding, without a helmet or jacket, and hit a bump. All I remember was the bike flying into the air then into a nearby front yard and the man disappearing. I was so close to it I could see everything that happened. Everyone started screaming and rushing around. The man had slid under a car that was pulling out of the school parking lot and was stuck under the rear wheel. Later I learned he had an acute subdural hematoma and the car was still on his chest. They tried to lift the car off of him, but he immediately started chocking on blood, resulting in them leaving the car on top of him until emergency response came. He was eventually taken to the hospital via helicopter.

There have been several life altering events in my life, but one that stands out is when I went with my parents to pick up my brother from school. It was a normal trip until we got back on the interstate after getting gas. Traffic came to an abrupt halt, and heads turned to see the cause. First we saw a motorcycle helmet laying on the side of the road. The plastic panel was broken, and the helmet itself was nearly in two. No less than half a mile up the road, you see an ambulance, a police car, and a firetruck all blocking off a small square. While driving by, we saw a pink skeet strewn over something on the side of the road. Upon closer inspection, I saw a bloodied hand and a large pool of blood sticking out from under the sheet. At that time I was 15, and I had just passed my driving permit exam. Similarly to Duncan, that event has stayed with me ever sense, and when I see someone on the interstate on a motorcycle, thats what I am reminded of. After an event so traumatic, you would assume the news would say something. After all, this person was someone’s child, maybe someone’s parent. I never saw anything to speak of this

A couple years ago,( my freshman year), my family received a very terrifying phone call from the police station. That early sunday morning my sister was in a death car accident.

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

There I was, feeling as if the entire world was crashing on top of me. I will be the first to say that I haven’t had and worry free and easy life but I will also tell you that nothing will ever compare to that night. The sheriffs were talking but I didn’t listen. I was lost deep in my thoughts and i feared they would always consume me. As I continued to panic, I realized my little sister needed me so I hid it all and played the calm big sister I have always been. My family watched me for a few days as I lost all sense of

We were in the streets of the neighborhood, Ann Elizabeth to be exact. We had just began to play a game of baseball with my brothers new metal bat. Mom had already left for work and my dad was getting ready to leave as well. He was running sort of late. My brother and I were about to start the game, we check around us to make sure no one was near us to play a safe game. We saw our little sister and brother at the front doors neighbor's house playing with their daughter last time we checked. As my brother threw the baseball, I was getting ready to swing then bam! Before I knew it the bat had already crashed into my little brother's head. Let me remind you that this was a metal bat. A metal bat had ran cross my little brother's head. I was so terrified. My little brother was only 4 at that time. I did not know what to do. I held him in my arms. He was still conscious. I was holding my hand over his open wound. He bled a lot. My other brother had ran to let my dad know. My dad came rushing outside,

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

I knelt beside the form of my dog, a friend from birth, dying. His trusting eyes looked into mine as he breathed his last breath. I cried more that day than I had ever cried in my entire life. One of my best friends, dead. But no matter how sad and horrifying that day was for me, it will always be implanted in my memory as the first time I ever lost someone close to me.

As I pulled up to my friends house to drive her to school, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, weather was nice and while we were sad this day due to the loss of a dear friend, we were both looking forward to things getting back on track with school. A few days prior, our friend, who always wanted to ride a motorcycle, took a ride with a boy she met. This would be her first and last ride. The motorcycle rear ended a stopped car, she was ejected and dragged under an oncoming vehicle to her death. As I picked up my friend for school, March 9, 1989 our dear friend would be laid to rest. We planned to attend her funeral that afternoon and a special event in her honor at our school. While making a left turn into our school parking lot, the plan for the day changed, as a blue sedan going full speed, slammed into the passenger side of my car. The reality of the situation; I turned left in front of an oncoming vehicle.

The 22nd day of May, 2005, it was a sunny day, few clouds in the sky. It also happened to be my mom's birthday. I remember it as if it were yesterday as surprising as that may seem. It was a beautiful spring day, birds chirping and kids running around. I was playing baseball outside of my house with my friend Jake. Mom inside on the phone, completely unaware of what was going to happen next. We were playing baseball, I walked over to Jake to tell him to use a different bat and just as I walked over, he swung the bat and hit me just above the eye. My head flopped back and the tears rolled down my face. Blood oozed down my cheek as I lost perception of reality. I don’t think I was fully aware of how severe the situation was until I was in the

As a child I grew up in a home with my two parents and two older sisters. I met most developmental milestones at the appropriate age, and I did not have any major childhood illnesses. One of the earliest memories that I can recall was at age 3 or 4. I don’t recall the exact age and I haven’t asked my mother about the event, but I know it was at least before I was school age. I recall that my mother and grandmother were with me and we were standing on the side of a county road near a small bridge. There were police cars and an ambulance parked nearby with their lights flashing. My mother and grandmother were crying hysterically and this was very upsetting to me because I don’t think I had ever saw them cry like that before. The reason that they were crying was that a close friend of my grandmother had drove off the bridge in their

One time I had my friend georgia over at my house we were bored so she called her friend. We had run the loop earlier that day so I was listless. Georgia's friend said that she could pick us up if we snuck out of her house. I didn’t want to but I was capricious and went. When were were driving back to my house the police tried to pull Georgia's friend over for speeding. She was insubordinate and kept driving this only exacerbated the situation. When we finally pulled over the police officer was laconic and didn’t say much. Then she asked us if our parents knew we were out this late. She told us that sneaking out of my house is a grave situations so she made me call my mom. My mom chastened me and grounded me for a month because of that I had