I stood on the edge of the road
looking down the steep mountain full of rocks and palm trees. My mind was blank
and I didn’t feel anything. I was numb.
A car full of ladies dressed in club
wear stopped to check on us but I was the only one who was responding to them.
Without hesitation I got into their car. The ride back I started laughing in
panic and I could tell that I was freaking the ladies out. How is it that I am full of dirt and blood but my shades aren’t broken?
I started laughing because I was amazed that I was alive.
It was when I got into my aunts house that
I noticed that my foot was gushing out blood from my shredded flowery Toms. The
door to the house was open but no one appeared to be home. I walked to the
bathroom and washed my hands and my cousins started shouting for my aunt. As I
inspected my face I couldn’t tell if I had messed up my face because it was
full of dirt and I couldn’t feel a thing.
My aunt came out of her bedroom and
I told her I wanted to go to the hospital. She grabbed her keys and took me to
my grandfather’s house instead. I walked up the hill to his house angry because
I didn’t know why my aunt would take me here instead of the hospital. As I
walked up through the porch and into the living room I threw myself onto the
rocking chair. That’s when I noticed that Chris and Teddy had disappeared.
As I sat on the rocking chair I
started picking out rocks from my knee while my aunt and cousins started asking
me questions about how it happened. It’s been an hour now since the incident
and they finally decided to help me out and take me not to the hospital but, to
the local polyclinic.
The policlinica is a beaten up little clinic that had no electricity.
In fact the whole town was out of electricity at the time. By then I couldn’t
walk and my father who was already there had to carry my in with the help of
several people who guided him through with their flashlights.
The whole time I was just thinking what If I never got in that car? What if we
were going slower? Why didn’t we go back once the road stopped being paved? What
if I died?
Did this really happen? If so you remember and you're description of the events are so vivid. It felt as though I was there through it all. When you give insight as to what you were thinking like when you said your aunt took you to your grandfather's house. It gives a sense of frustration and confusion. Overall this post was good.
ReplyDeleteI saw your instagram post about you getting into a car accident and I was wondering if you were okay. Well obvious you were alive, but mental there, I don't know. Wow. I'm sorry this happened to you Leticia. I can sense your frustration when your family or the people that drove you didn't take you to the hospital. I would be so mad because you almost died and you're bleeding and no one takes you to the hospital.
ReplyDeleteWow, your details made me feel as if I was there watching the whole thing. I'm so sorry this happened, but I'm glad you're okay! I feel like I would react the same exact way. Your descriptions are so strong and assist in getting a sense of your tone.
ReplyDeleteThis is some of the best writing I've read all semester. It was consice, clear, honest, detailed and descriptive. Your emotion in this piece is so strong and I can see everything you're telling us about because of the vivid images you created with just your words. That is the mark of a good writer. Honesty is the best tool in your arsenal. Keep using it and keep producing great works like this.
ReplyDeleteI hope that you get better soon.
The detail in your description is fantastic. I only wish I could read more! I feel as though the story is not yet finished. I'm impressed with your memory, and especially glad to hear that you're safe! I wonder what caused the accident, why your aunt didn't take you to the emergency room, and what happened to your friends. Unique post!
ReplyDeleteThis was a strong post. Wow, the details you gave were great. I'm so sorry that you got into a car accident and I hope you get better soon. It is posts like these that makes me clear of my lenses to life so that I can see how thankful I should be for simply just being alive. In this post you were able to create a vivid picture for your readers and to a certain extent let them feel your emotions and pain. I felt you pain when you talked about picking out the rocks from your knees. Overall, great post!
ReplyDeleteThe details you provided in this post really enhanced your writing. You have a great ability to make small details really stand out. The imagery in this post is fantastic. I could perfectly picture everything. I also liked how you go back and explain terms we don't know in depth without disrupting the flow of your post. Great job!
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