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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Sabatino
3/2/2020 09:59:20 am
Glad to see content here. During our conference, we can talk about this post and all of your writing in our course thus far. Thanks for sharing.
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