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Personal Narrative: My Dad

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My stop was the last on the bus. I sit on the bus with my head tucked into the hood of my sweatshirt, so Erik and his friends do not see me. The bus squeaks and pulls to a never-ending stop. I let everyone else off before me and finally walk off, then say “thank you,” the driver. In front of me, I see Erik and Vincent, throwing what is probably their homework crumbled into a ball. I keep my distance from them, not wanting to go any closer. I see Vincent glance back, and I look straight down. He nudges Erik on his shoulder, as they both look back. They come to a sudden stop. I keep walking, not wanting to stop to draw even more attention to me. My heart beat pulses faster and faster, as I get closer and closer. I shut my eyes so tight, …show more content…

“I think,” Erik pokes me in the middle of my chest, ”I think you were trying to run away from us.” I shake my head a second head, for longer this time. They take a good look at each other and nod as Vincent pulls out a can of something from his backpack and shakes it up to his ear. He hands it over to Erik and he pulls off the cap. “Hold him down,” Erik orders Vincent. I have no other choice then let what happens happen. All after that seemed blurry. I remember only seeing nothing at all. My vision being wiped away slowly. I remember screaming through the pain. The smell of something I could not stand being kept in my nose. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut only seeing the sun shine through in a small section. The last piece of sight I had washed away and everything turned black. I wake up from the night only realizing that I am not in my own room. I am not in my own bed. I can only see blurbs of color. My black and green room turned into light blues and whites. I hear two people over me. One man and one woman. Then, I hear my mom the corner with faint cries. “Mom. Where are you? I can’t see,” I stick my hands out in front of me. More cries come from that corner.

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