Personal Narrative-It's More About How You Get Up

It’s not about how you fall; it’s more about how you get up. For so long I kept falling further and further down a never ending pit, never realizing the water was only knee deep. It all started about two years ago. I was fourteen years old and had been through more than most my age. I had a horrid habit of keeping my feelings in and not letting go. I had been bullied, abused in more than one way, and I was just done. Halfway through ninth grade I just broke and wanted it all to end. I don’t remember what set it off, but I remember everything else.
I had been in the kitchen yelling and screaming about everything being unfair, and what not. I remember throwing my first kindle on the ground, and crying my eyes out when I realized what I had done.

The man just laughed. Even though I felt horrid I was able to be sarcastic with the officer and it made me feel a little bit better. While I was sitting there playing the last two hours in my head. I thought “She gave up on you; did you notice she couldn’t even look at you when they took you away?” I knew that it wasn’t true, but I felt like it was. I was so conflicted with everything, and just couldn’t handle anymore.
About twenty minutes later an ambulance pulled up and two men hopped out the truck and walked over to us.
“Would you like to come with us, please?” Even though it was formed as a question I knew I didn’t have an option.
“Sure.” I say getting out of the car slowly. I was starting to hurt. Jack undid the handcuffs and walked me over to the ambulance. The back door was open and I stepped inside.
“Please lie down” My hands and feet were bound to the sides. After that were heading off. The ride only lasted around twenty minutes with a paramedic riding in the back with me asking questions about my health, and I answered what I could. Still attached to the stretcher they pulled me out of the ambulance smoothly and rolled inside. The next couple of hours flew by though quiet tears. They let us stay up till eleven watching movies, but after that the lights were turned off and we were told to rest. I slept until about one and was awoken by one of the