Personal Narrative: Child Abuse

All I saw was a ginormous, pointy needle and shut my eyes tight so I couldn't see what was happening. Before I knew it he finished putting stitches on me after about fifteen to twenty minutes. When he unwrapped me from the cozy blanket I jumped of the bed so that he could put a big bandage to cover my chin. He announced, "You have to keep that same bandage on for a few weeks."

On a cold winter, rainy night while driving from one duty station to the next was where my vehicle spun around, flipping, tossing and causing my life to unfold and facing a loss like no other. The turmoil of life hit me hard just from this single tragedy alone. My vehicle was totaled, I loss conscious and was rushed to the hospital. Never expected such an incident to occur so abruptly and rob me of all my self-worth. I’ve became someone, someone incapacitated, not able to function like I normally should.

When I woke up my family was surrounding me and my hand was all wrapped up. Finally we left the hospital, we had a day left until we went back to Minnesota, but I didn’t enjoy it after an exhausting night.

I closed my eyes real quick and opened them and I was in the hospital. All my friends and family were their surrounding me. When I looked down I had broken both of my legs when I was hit by the car.

I woke up to the doctor saying we either have to do staples or stitches. At that moment I yelled stitches because I thought they were going to take a real stapler and do it. But the doctor said that we had to do stitches anyways. I was so relived. So I guess I fell back asleep, I woke up to the doctor putting a needle through my head, I started to scream and freak out they had to hold me down it was the scariest thing ever. Finally when I was done, I stayed there for about another hour so about 5 or 6 hours in all.

Rose Hospital on Pecos and st. Rose. The reason they had to take me there is because at the time I was only 16, and they had to take me to a pediatric Trauma Center. When they put me in my room, I remember thinking where's my family, and being so scared, and needing the comfort of my family. After 10 minutes or so of being in my room the nurse came in, and said she's going to clean my road rash on my arm to get the glass out, and she asked me if I wanted a morphine shot, of course I accepted. If you've ever had a morphine shot you know that when she get the shot it's kind of cold, and then you get a little tingly feeling in your neck, well that's what happened to me at least. After I got the morphine shot my memory gets a little fuzzy, but I remember her cleaning out the glass, and pulling out big shards. When she was done, she explained to me what was going to happen, I was going to have to get a CT scan and an MRI she also told me that the doctor would be in soon. I couldn't tell you how long after she'd left that my family had shown up, I was extremely relieved to have my family there with me, but I was still completely terrified that something would show up on the CT scan or the MRI. The emotions in the room were running very High when my family had shown up, the first thing I noticed was my mom was very relieved to see that I was okay and my brother who's usually a very tough guy, was worried. The first

About an hour later I was packed up in a stretcher and put in the back of an ambulance. As much as my day sucked, that was the highlight of it. I had never been in an ambulance and watching the cars behind me through the rear window was a cool experience I had never had before.

The room blurs into a watercolour painting and my eyes furiously blink, blinded by the spotlights and the dust clouds of chalk. For an instant I am tumbling down the runway, leaping into the depths of the sky and reaching the unreachable clouds. Then suddenly the bullet rips through my brittle bones, twisting my knee into an untieable knot. My leg falls limp on the unstable ground, paralyzed, incapable of movement. Not only am I physically paralyzed from my now injured knee, but also emotionally paralyzed as the thoughts come to a halt and the world turns into an undisturbed tableau. Icy thorns form on my body as I remain frozen, like the reflection that gazes back at you and haunts your

I woke up from my post-surgery 3 days later. I woke to a room full of balloons and flowers.

BANG! CRASH! We had just slipped on black ice and flew off the road. The car started to flip and I could feel my body starting to slip out from my seat. Should’ve worn my seatbelt. By the time the car had flipped 4-5 times off the road and finally stopped by a fallen down tree, when I looked over Jillian was unconscious. I couldn’t move to even see if she was still breathing. It was freezing outside and my jeans started to feel wet because the snow had made its way in from the broken windows. Jillian had her face pressed up to the broken window and the snow. I could see the snow starting to turn red from all the blood rushing from the side of her face. I noticed a steady dripping of blood coming from somewhere, turns out, it was me. I managed

I would pick apart each section of my body as I looked in my full-length mirror. Even the movies that I watched featured girls standing and criticizing their bodies that I considered stunning. If even they weren’t pretty, then what did that make me? I was surrounded by a society telling me to hate my body since I wasn’t identical to the bodies of models, and I listened. I needed to look like those models to be attractive, to be popular, to be flawless. Society set out these rigid and uniform standards that I had to

But of course I went to sleep one night just to wake up with some type of horrible illness. My fever sky rocketed through the rough and I suddenly wasn't feeling all to good, it was the middle of our vacation of course something just had to go bad. My uncle immediately drove me to the hospital once he saw how bad of condition I was in, as was rushed to the emergency room I was put onto a bed with nurses and doctors hovering over me mumbling and conversing, oh I was dead scared, just wondering what is going to happen. I had this tube of something sticking out of my arm going to this little pouch filled with some liquid that I've never seen before. I had to stay in the hospital for two long nights. I had some type of flu that was going around at the time and since I was young I didn't have such a great immune system to counter this virus. Time went bye

On that morning, I got ready for school per my usual routine. I put on my makeup and ate breakfast just like I usually do. After I finished getting ready, my brother, Micah, and I hopped in my 2006 Slatestone Metallic Buick LaCrosse. It was about 7:30 a.m., the sun was out, it felt like a beautiful day. I was in a bit of a rush and was driving a little fast, but I slowed down for the corners. Once I got to the big corner about a mile from my house I started to slow down; I was still going a little too fast, I knew I should have slowed down more. As we were going around the corner, I could feel the pull of the slush on my tires and I began to fishtail. I knew that to recover from fishtailing I would end up in the other lane; the only dilemma with this was that there was someone else in the opposite lane.

All I can remember is my piercing red blood dripping on the bone-chilling surface of the ice skating rink. I restrained myself from looking down at my hand, knowing I wasn’t going to be pleased with the results. The thought of being fingerless traumatized me. I laid my hand on the cold surface where I had fallen, hoping that it would numb the pain. I said to myself, “It shouldn’t be that bad, just take a look.” I began to slowly move my head downward, thinking about the worst possibilities. Once I set my watery blue eyes on my finger I let out a roaring scream.

“I’ll be okay. You have a life of your own. You will be okay” I repeated over and over again for months on end. I didn’t believe that there was such intense pain that could be felt without any physical abuse. I couldn’t imagine feeling so dead inside and still be living, it just wasn’t possible, till now. I didn’t always feel like that. It all began when I choose to open myself up to someone whom my gut told me to stay away from. Ever got that feeling that you want to eat a burger with extra bacon while on a diet but you wanted to satisfy your craving? That’s how June 6th 2013 felt. It felt like it was one of the best moments of my life, finally someone had came into my life that was so similar to me that finally was tired of everyone’s bullshit and lies. I was so wrong.