The Collapse-Personal Narrative

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Hi guys! This past weekend we were graced with a much needed fall break. After a few weeks of constant studying, it was nice to have a four day weekend to sit back and relax. After my two tests on Friday I drove seven hours to meet my dad and my girlfriend's dad in Pittsfield Illinois for a few day hunting trip at a lease that my dad has. It was a long drive, but it was worth it when I arrived to a 16oz prime rib at one of my favorite restaurants, the Red Dome. Unfortunately the corn and soybeans had not yet been cut around our farm so we did not see as many deer as usual, but we still had fun and relaxed for a few days.

The hall was surrounded with pictures of Morrie. The room spun, giving me a nauseous feeling. I turned around and flung open the door; I couldn’t bear to be in that room for another second. I went to my dorm and shut the door. I sat in dark emptiness, thinking of everyone who left me in my life: Hoppie, Doc, Nanny, Geel, my mother, and now, Morrie. It was too much to handle. I didn’t move from my spot on the bed for forty-eight hours. I drove myself deeper and deeper into the sadness I felt for the death of my best friend. As I laid there pitying myself I heard a knock on my door. I didn’t get up. The noise grew louder: KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Still I didn’t move from my throne of self pity. The door gently opened. A man stepped into my room. The first thing I noticed was his size. He cast a shadow that nearly

I never really thought a little Chevy s-10 could climb out of a ditch higher than it sat. There are a lot of things people don’t know because they’ve never experienced it. Another thing I didn’t know until I experienced it, an s-10 can do some long burn outs. Sometimes when you’re having a bad day, a burn out and ending up in a ditch just might make it better. After this burn out though, we ended up in a ditch and once we got out I made fun of my boyfriend for the longest time and I still do.

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

I awake in terror, in sight of what just occurred: Blood on the seat in front of me. I look to my left and there is a large piece of metal plastered to the floor. My flight neighbor was not as lucky to have not been struck by the debris from the plane crash. I look up to spot the fighter jet that had shot us down; although I don't succeed, I can still hear the roar of its jets earlier that day. I explore the wreckage for any other survivors. My military training taught me not to panic, that would only lead to more problems. As I scour the plane I look for anything I can use. I find a chocolate bar, a bottle of whiskey, which had not been destroyed. I also find a sharp piece of shrapnel shaped like a knife, and I find a blanket. That's all I

Sitting at the kitchen table, watching on as my siblings cried and my parents smiled apologetically, I couldn’t help but wonder why they’d done it. Why they’d gone so much farther than anyone else only to end up here, apologizing for the entire act. Reflecting back, I don’t think I realized how much we benefitted from the charade.

Everything was dark, Christopher was nowhere to be found. I was alone my biggest fear came to life as I looked at it in the mirror. In my hand I held a handful of painkillers in my hand with cough syrup. “HELP, I CAN'T BREATHE” I yelled, it was official, no one was there for me. I was on my own with no way out. Standing in my own puddle of blood from my stabbed back my fear became a reality. Where’s my manners, my name Aisha and this is my story about betrayal. It all started thanksgiving dinner, oh I was in awe to see my family. It's been nearly 5 years since we sat at a table all together, but we had been reasons. The last we saw one another was at my sister's faith funeral, she killed herself from depression. “Okay the table is set ”, my

Hunched over and examining the ground, no one spoke a word. As soon as we walked through the double-doors, I looked up, and saw Connor’s face on the screen in black and white. His big smile, with his Vineyard Vines hat on and Ray-Ban sunglasses--it was the classic Connor I knew and loved. We were a black wave, with no color on us or pigment in our faces. I felt as if nothing was inside of me, and that my friends were the only thing holding me up; step-by-step, we fell apart like a ton of bricks just hit us. Though this experience would turn to be the most difficult point in my life thus far, it was here I discovered the importance of friendship. We were each other’s support system, keeping one another from breaking down. As we approached our seats, soft cries came out from our mouths. The lights dimmed, and with our arms intertwined, we mentally prepared ourselves for what became the nightmare we will never wake up

It was 2 am on Friday April 14th, I awoke because I felt like I was using the bathroom on myself so I waddled out of bed and to the bathroom as I stood in front of the bathroom door I could feel something trickling down my legs and I screamed for my fiance to wake up I thought this was it my water finally broke. We were 38 weeks and five days it definitely was not too early to deliver bubs because I was already 1.5cm dilated. "Did you just pee on yourself? Wait, that's water! Did your water just break!? Let's wait to see if more comes out, the doctor says it has to keep coming out so let's give it some time" My fiance was much more calm and level headed about it whereas I was anxious and scared.

I know I have said/written this often, but Dead End Apocalypse was one of the OCR races I considered a “bucket list/must do” race. Originally my schedule was to race Warrior Dash on Saturday in the state of Pennsylvania and finish early and get on the road and arrive to Canada nice and early on Saturday, but with a few days prior to the race weekend, I decided I wanted to also race at Tough Mudder, which was also in the state of Pennsylvania (near Pittsburgh), but was over a 300 mile drive from the Warrior Dash venue/event. I decided it was worth the driving and ended up doing both races on Saturday and then driving to Canada (yet again) later at night and arriving after 1:30 AM.

I got kicked out of nearly every bar; I have no money left to pay for drinks. I am homeless. I caught a glimpse of myself in a window and my heart almost stopped. I looked awful, my beard is long and unkept, hair down to my shoulders, clothes ragged and torn, and my shoes are beginning to wear through. I felt how I looked too, dirty and hopeless. Maybe I will end it today, I thought as I continued to walk to the River Spree. I wanted it to end so badly, to end the pain and the hopelessness, the darkness I felt. I bumped into someone else and got a snide remark in response, perhaps a month or two ago I would have demanded an apology, but I didn’t care

My whole town was destroyed. Buildings were collapsing and wolves were howling in the background. My body felt heavy, as if someone had filled my veins with lead instead of blood. Fire and smoke started to cloud my vision, making it hard to see. Looking down, I knew I was in a parking lot. The white lines were barely visible and the harder I tried to see, the worse the smoke would get.

No hypnotic beat Could hope to compete With your gentle hands on me That made magical any melody There was nothing like our bumping knees And your clumsy feet That took an overplayed radio piece And turned it a scintillating symphony I wondered If you could feel the way my heart hammered As I smiled unabashedly into your shoulder Blissful and content as if I never got hurt

My friend Melanie and I head to a Halloween store with her parents after long and boring day at school. We look around near the creepy masks and face paint. I grab a can of pink fake hair color, taking off the lid once Melanie turns around walking down the aisle. I spray some in her blonde hair then quickly hide the can behind my back. She gasped, “What did you do?” She said following me as I ran to the other side of the store. I look behind me to see that she has stopped running and is now looking at her hair in a mirror mounted on the wall. She picks up a few strands of hair and I see her face go red with anger.