Personal Narrative: The Hospital That Changed My Life

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It happened at the end of freshman year, so suddenly. June 21st 2017 I was sent to Georgetown behavioral health, the hospital that changed my life. The day was oddly grey in the summer of Georgetown, I was playing video games with my step sister and cousins, my step sister is loving and caring, she’s like an innocent little flower, my cousins are twins with blonde hair and blue eyes, i love both of them but they can be annoying at times. my step parents, Cheryl and Jason Barzee, and my aunt, Lisa Malick, walked into the room, calmly asking the other kids to leave. I was scared and crying as my parents took me to the hospital, it hurt. I felt angry, scared, confused, dizzy, and all over betrayed. We got to the hospital and there was a strong

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