Taking the Shot: A Short Narrative Essay

I slowly walked up to the head, peaking around the corner I leaped back I was in shock, gasping for

“ Everyone be still it's going to be okay !“ My dad kept saying. I looked around in shock and saw my brother with glass all over his body. I seen blood On his arm. ( later to be just a scratch )

We drive up into my grandma’s driveway, kids running, screaming, and throwing the football around. As we stepped out of the car my mom is telling me to grab the food for the feast waiting for in the barn. I run down the driveway and set the food next to the macaroni with bacon. I see my cousin standing by the swings. I walk slowly and quietly behind her then jump on her back.

The 1 hour and a half car ride felt like forever. Me and my brother were in the back seat of the car with tears down our face. We arrived at the hospital and we all dashed in. I heard my mom ask the front desk lady

Justin and I looked at each other, frightened, and I sprinted at the house. Bang! Bang! Gabe didn’t know what the sound was an looked at me with uncertainty.

Right after saying those words I thought I would have never had to use, I lost it. I felt like it was the end. In my head something was telling me “Your dad is going to die.” I didn’t want to believe but I knew there was a chance it would be true. When the paramedics finally came I was so scared. They asked where my mom was. I may have been 6 years old but I knew exactly where she was, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to be back by the time my dad made it to the hospital.

Once I finally calmed down there was no more talking coming from the living room. I peeked my head out the door, Steve and Darry had gone to work, Soda stayed behind to watch over Dally, who was asleep on the couch again. Two-Bit probably went to get a coke.

Once I calmed down, I went back downstairs to talk with my family. My dad then explained to me what exactly happened. “You were coming home from the football game, son, and you were hit by a drunk driver. I got a call at 12:15 in the morning saying my son was just involved in a serious accident. I rushed there as fast as I could.

I had never till this day seen a man so desperate for help. My dad almost instantly let him inside the house. I

“We don’t have time. Father is ill and he needs help,” as Gregg took hold of Steve’s hand and dragged him out of his room. Steve tried to keep up but Gregg was going nearly a hundred miles an hour.

I screamed so loud that my neighbors heard me as they were taking a walk. “Mom, Dad! Help me!” My dad rushed in from his room and looked at me with his mouth wide open. My mom sprinted up the stairs and put her hands to her mouth in shock.

me down. Nightmares of my parents’ death had haunted me since the night of the accident. It

He stared hard at me a sinister look within his eyes. He rammed into me, the ground taken underneath my feet. Instantly I felt a massive slash of pain burst along my left leg. My knee popped out of place it shifted first to the right and then to the left in less than one second. I collapsed in pain not knowing if I would be able to get up again.

I was dying, and I didn’t even know how, or why, or when. I began panicking and told myself to calm down.

It all started one day when my mom started to feel sharp pain. She told my dad to drive her to the ER because she was going into labor. My dad immediately woke up me and my big brother we all got in the car and left to the hospital