My Life - Original Writing

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

I sat for an hour then I heard the phone ring. It was a number I had not saved in my contracts. I answered the phone and heard a frantic voice on the other end. It was Matthew's mom she had told me Matthew had been in a crash and pronounced dead at the scene. These words hit me like a semi truck. I dropped the phone and felt my body drop in the chair. I sat frozen in fear not saying

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

I went back to my room wondering who it could be when suddenly the crying got louder echoing through the apartment hallway. I rushed to the front door and stepped outside. There I saw my brother screeching staring at me helplessly. Soon my dad comes rushing to the door shouting,

That morning had begun just like any other, or so I believed. It was a cold winter morning, a school day, and I was 14 years old, getting up to get ready for school. It was while I went about my routine that I realized my parents were nowhere to be found. I was immediately concerned and searched the entire house for them before frantically running to our neighbors and beating on the door, desperate for an answer. When I managed to explain that my parents were gone he told me to come along in his car. Concerned, and fearing what was about to happen, I went with him, feeling even more frantic when I realized we had arrived at the hospital.

“Ring, ring, ring! Hello? She did?! Thank you lord!.. Wait what?... Oh okay okay...We're on our way!” Says my dad in a shaky loud voice. I could hear my dad from the other side of the room because the walls are thin as paper. I hear the bed squeak as my parents get up from their bed. Their footsteps sound like elephants. I hear my door knob being graved and the door opens. My mom comes running into my room and then I knew something was up.

In the afternoon he usually spent a couple of hours locked in his room and at night he laid on his bed without being able to sleep. One day I was so worried that my dad didn't eat enough, so around the time he locked himself in his room, I went to listen to what was happening. It was then that I heard my father cry for the first time. Something told me that I had to look for a way to open the door and try to console him so I did. When I opened the door I told him that I understood his pain because I was feeling it too, my sister was on the verge of death but that didn’t mean I had to make myself sick. He said he knew I needed him and so did my mother but that he felt guilty that it was his baby the one sick and not him. As tears came out of his eyes, he told me that he wanted to protect me and my sister more than anything else. His incapability of taking my sister’s sickness away made him really sad but he also didn’t want me to see him so broken so he thought that by hiding himself from me, his pain would affect me less. There was a beautiful feeling in his words. I was used to seeing my dad constantly protect and embrace my sister and me, but I never knew how important his daughters were to

I can remember sitting in a cold hospital chair, waiting for my name to be called. I hear breathing and the soft murmurs of the others who are there for their own reasons. It takes me by surprise when my mom nudged my arm, letting me know it was my turn to be seen. My mind was clouded with the thoughts of what if and we’re lucky were okay. When the nurse left us in the room she took all noise and left only silence. My heart started to beat like a caged bird in my chest, my palms and back began to perspire, and my words tumbled out. The secret that felt dark to me for so long was released from the depths of my conscience and I knew there was no turning back. All my late night googling and library searching lead up to that precise moment, when

I woke up in a pool of blood, my mom and dad looking over at me. I asked them “what happened”? and my mother responded ”your dad went and got you with the fire hose”. they were crying tears of joy. i felt something on my head, I put my hand on it, it was a bandage from the first aid kit. I looked down the stairs and didn’t see any water. I asked my dad ”dad, Is it over”. he said “yes”!

It felt like an eternity before my dad came to help me. Even with his help I could barely get up. It was like as if I was a prisoner to the sidewalk, unable to be freed. It all seemed like a battle between my dad and the sidewalk, him trying to free me. Finally he got me off the ground and my body was in so much pain. I looked down and saw that my hands, arms, legs, and chin were all cut up and I saw that I had left little spots of blood on the sidewalk.

My dad and his girlfriend were together, and they both were really happy. On a Sunday my dad took me back to my mom’s house and dropped me off like normal. He got out of his truck, gave me a hug, and left. Everything was the same as always. Thinking “I will see you on Wednesday dad!” A few days later, my mom and my step-dad drove to the hospital to find out something about my dad. I didn’t know at the time. I didn’t even know where they went. I thought that my mom and dad were going on a date or something, but I could never predict what happened next.

I still remember that terrible morning. I sprang out of bed and tossed the sheets aside. I was still in my pajamas but I didn't care, dashing down the halls, sprinting down the stairs, and staring intently at the wooden front door. My mom and sister were all ready grinning at the main entrance. The door swung open and my dad burst into the room. He hugged us like never before. After two years he was back. Tears escaped my mother's hazel eyes. Then my dad stood up and watched us as we all at once shared what the last two year had been like. He scanned my sister and was saying how we've all grown but fell short on me. He stared at my pajamas. His gaze pierced right through me. He trembled, then all at once he collapsed, his knees sank, his arms went weak. My sister let out an earsplitting scream. The glass door screen shattered after my dad slammed against it. Mom ran to the phone and called an ambulance. But I just stood and gazed down at him. And he looked right back at me. Before his eyes slammed shut.