Today I will be talking about counterfactual to my blog post 5 scene.I'll be talking about what if? What if this happens? What if this changed? I also read and reflected on certain articles that happen to help me out please check them out below. Also please check out my narrative page
I screamed into the empty streets around me begging for the memories to stop. My hands shaking uncontrollably as i slap my face making new cuts across my face trying to rid the painful thoughts away from choking me. I fall to my knees sobbing and trying to breathe. My tears falling to the ground as I sob. I shake my head in panic. “I want it all to end please” I chant as if it's a mantra. My phone suddenly rings as I slowly pull it out of my pocket. It was my baby sister calling. “Hello” I say gently trying to keep my voice as calm and stable as I could. Out of everyone around me I never want my baby sister to see how much I’m actually suffering.”Hey Be, what time will you be home? Moms leaving soon” she says in a pout. I could just imagine the way she was pouting. “I’m not exactly sure. Where's everyone else?” I couldn't go home this way and let her see me. “Noone else is here and mommys taking mom mom to the store, they said it's too late for me to go.” she says. I breathed a heavy sigh looking up at the clear dark sky. “Okay, i'll see you soon” I hang up soon after she says bye dropping the glass in my other hand. My moment of whatever was happening before the call would have to wait. I have to now get home to her and find a way to clean myself up. I quickly walk back to the house opting to sneak in through the back and make a run to the bathrooms to rush into the shower. I quietly opened the door looking around making sure the coast was clear. I tiptoe around the corner peeking into the living room seeing my mom on the phone and my sister playing with her tablet. I quietly make my way up the steps until I'm finally at the top yelling down “I’m home. I'm just gonna shower really quickly” most likely startling my mom since she didn't hear me come in. I run into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I sit on the ground for a bit thinking “I’ll have to wait another day, today i’ll take care of my sister.”
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Welcome back to my blog post. Today we talked about creating a emotional scene with dialogue and symbolism. This week i will talk about a scene when i ended up in the hospital and had a brief talk with my mother. Some of the posts i read to help me out and understand how to write this scene will be linked below.
I screamed into the empty streets around me begging for the memories to stop. My hands shaking uncontrollably as i slap my face making new cuts across my face trying to rid the painful thoughts away from choking me. I fall to my knees sobbing and trying to breathe. My tears falling to the ground as I sob. I shake my head in panic. “I want it all to end please” I chant as if it's a mantra. I feel around my pockets in search of something, anything. I pull out a some pills. Swallowing may of them dry as I gasp for air laying on to the dirty ground on my back. I lay there for a while time flying by without my knowledge. Into my own little reality. Where happiness was. Where I could escape. I finally started to come to this time not exactly where I started at. This time I was in a hospital. The smell of anesthetic was high in the air. The sounds of a heart monitor beeping around me. “Damn” I thought. I was caught as I looked over to see my mother asleep in the uncomfortable chair across from me. “I would have been better off dead then to have her see me like this” I thought as I looked around the room. I made no sounds just listening to the breathing of her breath as a doctor came walking in later on. “You’re finally awake” He says smiling to me. I look at him blankly what the hell was he so happy and chirpy for? My mother wakes up at the sound of his voice and sees me awake. She has a look of disappointment across her face as I look away from her. I already know how much of a shit person I am. I don't need to see it in her eyes either. The doctor starts to ask me what happened as I continue to stare blankly at him not answering. “So you're just gonna sit here and not answer? You were found passed out drugged up on the ground” My mother yells at me. “Do you think that's okay? You could be dead!” She says on the verge of tears. I could do nothing but look down as I feel my own tears well up “I'm sorry” I whisper out. “Do you want to talk to anyone?” the doctor suggests. I shake my head no. “I'm fine” I say as my mom looks at me astonished. “No? You don't think you need some help? This isn't okay, you need to talk to someone.” I turn to my side looking away from them both “I don't need help '' I whisper out. “Please just leave” I say quietly. My mother grabs a jacket angrily walking out without another word. |
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