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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Sabatino
2/21/2020 07:53:50 am
CIF.
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Tanesha
2/21/2020 04:09:50 pm
I like the way you told a story here and your choice of wording as well.
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Sanatra Charles-Browne
2/24/2020 06:34:46 pm
I am sorry you had to go through this, I connected with your story because I once try to take my life with pills. I am glad you here and pray you are in better space
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