Creative Writing: Scars

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Now that my training wheels are off, I asked my dad where we should practice. My dad said that we should practice in the backyard, because

I attempted to wiggle my fingers, the pain throbbed worse than before. "No it hurts." I whined, the pain brought tears to my eyes. My hand was swollen and badly bruised.

Me and my dad head home as i slowly walk my bike the rest of the way home. My bike hitting my knees my hand shaking and my stomach turning we i go into my house tears still in my eyes. As i slowly put my bike in the garage. Now with a real limp My dad tells the story to my mom we go put antibacterial spray on then put one big bandaid on each knee. This was one of the scariest times in my life. Now looking back at when i first learned to ride i remember i had no falls until now. I have learned don't try things unless you now that you can but also take

I was walking down the stairs when all of a sudden my knee locked up and it would not move and was very painful. I yelled for my dad and brother, they had to come down stairs and carry me upstairs so i could sit down. This happen a couple times and at that moment I knew something was wrong and I needed to get it checked

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

I think we should get a trampoline in our back yard because we now have the space for it, it would be a great way to get exercise, we would have tons of fun they never go out of season, we can play on it any time of the year, and we would have a blast on it with our friends. It could replace so many other things and or toys that we have been playing with. I learn so many more cool tricks that I could show you but first I would say watch me watch. The dogs would have a blast watching us jump, and if we got a trampoline in our backyard we would be outside more, and according to this article http://news.health.com/2014/09/29/health-benefits-of-nature/ being outside

Do it, Emma. Get rid of the pain. I bit my lip, trying to resist the urge, but give in. I pick the sharp blade and place it above my left wrist. C'mon, don't you want to feel better? Tears stream down my face. I want to make things better, but will this actually help.. I exhaled and grazed the blade against my skin. Good. More. I give in again and cut deeper than before. The blood oozes out as little beads and falls onto white tiled floor, coating the floor with blood. I lower my gaze to the floor, taking in the numbness I feel. I take a deep breath, knowing that the adrenaline is kicking in. The feeling is a sort of high I'm addicted to, allowing me to forget everything at the moment. The pains spreads throughout my body to my fingertips to

When I finally finished everything it was almost 9:00 pm and I had school the next day. I couldn’t wait to tell everyone what happened and how it happened. I was excited for everyone to sign my cast. So I went to get in bed. I had to find a position that was still comfortable, but not lying on my arm. I remember thinking,

She past me the ball, I took a jump stop and my left knee turned inward to my right knee. My knee turned so bad that the left one touched the right one making a popping sound. I fell to the court in pain while the tears mixed with sweat. The coaches had to call for an ambulance to take me to Cook’s Children Hospital.

At the bottom of the stairs there is a wall because you have to turn left to go down more stairs. I had hit that wall. I felt completely fine, but then I started to get up and felt that my left arm wasn’t following what I was telling it. I look to my left and find that my arm is hanging back in a position that it isn’t supposed to be able to be in. I couldn’t move. I couldn't stop staring at my arm. What had I done to my arm? The only word that I was able to utter was,”Wow.”

“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.

They were her scars. Her scars were the reminders of the battle she faced that night so long ago. They were forever telling her that she had lost so much, in so little time. The woman stared down at her battle-scarred hands and could almost see the small, unblemished hands that used to be hers. As she looked up to see her reflection in the mirror, those scars seemed to reflect the memories of that heartbreaking war. The memories of fear, pain and loss. Figments of thick black smoke suddenly began to rise from behind her, with the bitter scent becoming more and more distinct. As the smoke curled around the brown strands of her hair, the events that occurred long ago seemed to re enact themselves in the woman’s mind.

If you were to meet my father for the first time, he would seem like a joyful and energetic person, but after talking to him and getting to know him you will be very glad you are not in his life. With him, I know that people are not all they seem to be.

With that I left the classroom, and ran. I didn't want anybody seeing me cry.