Personal Narrative

Waking up in a white room, with a bed that I didn’t recognize. My eyes faded in and out as my family was walking into the room. Their faces were white with sorrowful looks, my dad had looked liked he had been crying all night. It felt as if this was a dream, more like a nightmare, I looked over to the beeping of the machines, the medicine running through my veins. My heart working it’s hardest to pump to keep me alive and well. My eyes started fading again as they turned black. Everything was quiet, the steady beeping.
Now that I am older it is hard to remember what was happening, that coming day we went home and started the two months of appointments. I remember my first appointment like it was yesterday, the light blue walls that had animal stickers all over them. I had been eight at the time all of this was, the innocent little second grader. As the doctor walked in with his paper white hair, his square glasses, his long white doctors coat hit the floor as he sat down.

He went on and on, my parents eyes going back and forth from me to the doctor, their eyes filled with pity.
“The only thing we can do is find out what is causing the brain to react..” I zoned back out, my brain filled with questions, pounding to break through my mouth the second it opens. My body crashes to the side of the bed that I was sitting on, all eyes are on me, the doctor feels like everything is as slow as a turtle even though they are probably rushing for