Personal Narrative: A Traumatic Experience Of An Accident

Isaiah Harris
Period 2 English
2/19/18
The Accident

I didn’t mean to do it. They won’t believe me, but it was an accident. I experienced a traumatic experience. My mother was driving my friend, me, and my brothers to my dad’s house. My youngest brother, my friend, and I, were in the backseat and my eldest brother was in the passenger seat. My friend, my brother, and I were joking around and laughing in the backseat, when suddenly, the world went black. I opened my eyes moments later only to see my mother crying helplessly and weakly for help. I looked to my left, where my friend was, he was calling for his mother, saying “I want my mom, where is my mom?” and complaining that his shoulder hurt. I then looked to my right, and saw my little brother crying, and breathing harshly and saying, “Mom wake up, Mom!!!” I, felt like crying but could not, I had to keep my brother and my friend, who are both two years younger than me, calm. My eldest brother, surprisingly was fine. He asked me if I was alright, and I responded by saying, my head hurts. My brother suddenly looked at the side of my face and said,

The doors don’t open from the inside in a police car, so I tapped on the window, directing toward my brother who was standing outside, and told him to open the door. He opened the door, and then I told him that my dad was there, I spotted him again, then ran into his arms. At this point, there were firefighters cutting my mother’s car door open, and carrying her out on a stretcher. I watched as the ambulance rushed her away, began to cry, and then realized that my little brother was standing right next to me. He was not breathing well, and his face was beat red. My little brother is an asthmatic, so I immediately alerted a