Personal Narrative: Code Blue ! Code Blue
All I could see were slow paced bodies walking pass me on the long everlasting hallway, unclear faces, and strange voices echoing in my head. My headed was bottled by all the blurriness and I was waiting to finally wake up. From the little knowledge I had left, I knew if I could find a bathroom I would be to splash water on my face to help snap me out of the large fog that I was trapped in. So I did and I followed my plan as accordingly, but it made a complete left. Other than the unbearable pain I was feeling physically, the pain that I felt emotionally overpowered that and I just felt numb. I looked at my reflection in the stained mirrored and I couldn’t see myself, it was like the young 15-year-old lady that my family has raised to love had been gone. I closed my eyes because I couldn’t dare to look at the stranger that I’ve become. When I opened them I was laid on the bathroom floor, my head was kept elevated by the school nurse, I saw a young girl with a frighten confused face, and I saw men walking around talking into walkie-talkies screaming “Code Blue! Code Blue!” Once they noticed I was awake I was bombarded with questions back to back. My mind was blank, nothing
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No matter how hard I tried to escape from this happening, the running was bringing in the wrong direction. I look back at all of this and I thank and appreciate my beloved best friend, my other half; he helped me through a lot and the love I have for him is irreplaceable and can never be diminished. I also learned that I'm not perfect and but my flaws are what make me unique. "I consider myself a crayon..... I may not be your favorite color but one day you're going to need me to complete the picture." - Lauren Hill. I took this experience to help teach me self love and appreciate. I took that nightmare of an experience and made it into positive one. I will never ignore myself or put my key to happiness in somebody else's pocket but my
No matter how hard I tried to escape from this happening, the running was bringing in the wrong direction. I look back at all of this and I thank and appreciate my beloved best friend, my other half; he helped me through a lot and the love I have for him is irreplaceable and can never be diminished. I also learned that I'm not perfect and but my flaws are what make me unique. "I consider myself a crayon..... I may not be your favorite color but one day you're going to need me to complete the picture." - Lauren Hill. I took this experience to help teach me self love and appreciate. I took that nightmare of an experience and made it into positive one. I will never ignore myself or put my key to happiness in somebody else's pocket but my