Personal Narrative Analysis

It was a Friday night, and my friends, Ryann and Josh, and I were traveling to Nashville, Tennessee for a country music festival. We were in St. Louis when I remembered the traffic being really heavy, and Josh was our driver. Josh was very prohibitive with his driving, considering he had two other people in his car. Ryann suggested that he should get into his right lane, but he told her no. He said that we are prone to get into an accident if we switched lanes, so he was obstinate with his idea. All of a sudden I remember hitting the dash and being knocked out cold. I woke up to the sound of Josh’s voice, and Ryann shaking me telling me to wake up. I looked around and saw varied cars that crashed and were abandoned. I still had no idea what was

The sun was going down and it started to get a little chilly. I look down at my leg and see blood just gushing out and squirting everywhere. Josh suggested that he should cut my leg off below the knee. At the point, I thought I was going to die so I said, “Go ahead, do what you need to do Joshua.” The last thing I remembered before passing out was Ryann throwing up because she abhors the site of blood. I then woke up to the smell of fish. I heard Josh say to Ryann, “girl I feel bad, Jade loves to fish and she missed out this time.” I then asked Josh if I could have some since I hadn’t eaten all day, and I didn’t know when the next time I would eat again. While eating, I looked down at my leg and saw a stick tied to what was left of it. Now this was my new leg to walk on. Since I had to walk on a stick, I was restrained from running as fast as my friends. The end of my leg where Josh cut it off started to wither and it looked gross. Ryann is a very benevolent person and felt compassionate for me since I lost part of my leg. Josh is also a benign person and felt really bad. I told them both not to worry and be thankful that I was still