The Memory of My Tragic Accident

1001 Words3 Pages
bulb-icon

Recommended: A tragic accident

I opened my eyes to see, yet again, the irritating glare of the ceiling lights. The sickly green walls added to the nauseating clinical feeling. It is no surprise I cannot “progress” enough to leave with such dismal surroundings. I regained most of my strength quickly after the accident but my memory did not appear to be coming back. The doctors had said my accident had made national news. “Car accident...his wife in labour...memory may never return...tragic accident”. Simply an unfortunate case of wrong place and wrong time they said. The irony of the incident being we all ended up in hospital. Since then I have been completely unable to recollect any of my past. I could not even remember my own name. Isabella Pyper. The sound still felt strange on my tongue. I glanced up at the clock which displayed 8:59AM. This meant one minute before two strangers and a doctor were going to wander into my room.

On cue, the doors swung open when the clock struck the hour. The strangers took up their usual place on the right side of my bed with the doctor on the left. I could not remember how many days, weeks or months it had been the same; the doctor would discuss my progression with my “parents” and then refuse to mention anything about my return home. Life in hospital was exceptionally repetitive. The doctor began his methodical discussion on my condition - which I was generally used to zoning out of - however this time he spoke differently. Instead of talking to my parents he was directly addressing me. He then proceeded to exclaim the one word I had longed to hear since I woke up many moons ago from my coma: home. I could not remember my home but I was desperate to leave the dire gloom of the hospital. The doctor signed my release forms th...

... middle of paper ...

...ht. It was taking long steady breaths. I gulped. It was fight or flight so I ran. My feet pounded the forest floor faster than I ever though possible to run. I did not know where I was going except further into the woods. It all seemed familiar like this had happened before but I still could not remember. They all looked the same, just a blur as I sprinted past. My feet were throbbing from the various cuts and splinters from the forest floor. I could not remember why I did not have my shoes on. However that did not matter. I could feel the beast catching up. I could hear his feet hitting the leaves behind me. I had no other choice. I stopped and I turned to look at the beast. Its striking blue eyes are what struck me the most. They were mine. I took in every feature of the beast. My hair, my body, my face. It was me. Why was I running from myself? Was I the monster?

Show More
Related

  • The Vow Movie Analysis

    1021 Words  | 3 Pages

    “The Vow” is a movie that encases the turmoil and hardship associated with retrograde amnesia and the classic symptoms and steps associated with recovering and potentially regaining lost memory. Taking into account the information gained through multiple sources; such as, lecture of Mental Health, medical databases, and the personal experiences of Krickett Carpenter, the Vow provides both an accurate and inaccurate depiction of retrograde amnesia.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: East Brunswick Votech

    1566 Words  | 4 Pages

    My mom stopped at the hospital shop and got me a pad of paper, crayons, pencils and a pen. For breakfast they brought me eggs, toast and a tea bag with a hot cup of water. I ate the toast and a tiny portion of the eggs. I placed the tea bag in the cup of hot water and watched the color spread. A hospital chaplain came into my room to check on me, I asked if I could have honey for my tea. He said he’d see what he could do before leaving me alone. While waiting for his return , I began to doodle in the pad of paper. A nurse came in and took my blood pressure and then my breakfast tray. I enjoyed the presence of the hospital staff, it meant I was not

    Read More

  • I'm Not Crazy

    767 Words  | 2 Pages

    On my hospital bed, I sit and stretch out my arms to relieve some nervous tension. My room is nothing but dull grey walls and the smell of disinfectant. My ears perk up as I listen to doctors and nurses conversing outside. Their voices grow louder and louder as I hear their feet coming closer to my door. I crane my neck towards sounds, only to spot the brass knob of my door turning. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes shallower. I quickly pull out a pocketknife from under my pillow and slip it into my pants pocket. Stealthily, I roll out of bed, forgetting about the various tubes attached to my body. I wince in pain and tears well up in my eyes as they get yanked ou...

    Read More

  • Waking Up in a Hospital Room: A Short Story

    929 Words  | 2 Pages

    I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.

    Read More

  • The Dentist's Office

    1228 Words  | 3 Pages

    I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.

    Read More

  • Everything Happens for a Reason

    1557 Words  | 4 Pages

    I used to be an obsessively compulsive and hyperactive person before this incident – and now I was calm, emotionless and fearless of death, which was sure to come. This is a really unusual entrance into the teen years of life. This was soon followed by depression, loneliness and inability to think clearly. Now, I was unable to think clearly and would fall into a lot of problems that would haunt me soon. My ‘wisdom’ was left in form of a memory only.

    Read More

  • Scary Story

    990 Words  | 2 Pages

    I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.

    Read More

  • Short Story Regarding Sexual Assault

    1265 Words  | 3 Pages

    I was quivering as I sat on the pristinely white sheeted gurney. I had no idea what to expect. Ami sat in a plastic, maroon chair over in the corner and looked at the cold, disinfected, tile floor. The sounds of beeping machines and ticking clock flooded my ears. The nurse knocked on the door and both Ami and I jumped. She handed me a clipboard with some paperwork on it that asked for the basics: name, date of birth, reason for being here, consent to treat, and so on and so forth. I filled it all out the best I could, my mind was lost in another galaxy. Besides, how was I supposed to know what year my father was born in and the phone number to my mother’s work? Once I finished, the nurse took the clipboard and exited the room once again.

    Read More

  • My Mother's Car Accident

    875 Words  | 2 Pages

    My eyes were deteriorating fast since I started using Tumblr. Driving to school past the park I came to terms it was autumn my favourite season: Trees almost naked with every branch bare, hearing the sound of rustling when people stomping through a crowd of crunchy leaves, though when the wind breathes it accelerates a leafy tornado swirling in a circular motion, smelling a fresh batch of rain from minutes ago and seeing the glistening as the biggest star made I admired. I use to walk to school every morning before my mum left us. Dropping Kaylee off at school I took a right turn where Jessica insisted to meet by the cascade fountain. I parked and by squinting my eyes I could already see she was dressed impressively kooky today. A jacket duplicating the print of a burgundy floral couch, vintage purple satin blouse with J’s scattered all over in different colours, an eagle bolo tie, the stripy snazzy saffron skirt, suede slip on shoes and to compliment her rouge knitting glasses someone had gifted. She ran to me.

    Read More

  • Reflective Essay: Strength In Numbers

    757 Words  | 2 Pages

    Cracking my eyes open, I noticed that I was lying in a bed in a hospital room with an IV in each arm. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon and I saw the sunlight streaming through the window in my room. I had just gotten out of almost three hours of surgery. My mom was leaning over me, asking me if I was all right, but my mouth was so swollen and numb that I couldn’t talk. Dr. Keller came in to talk to us and explained that my surgery went very well. After that, I stayed at the hospital for about a week before finally going home.

    Read More

  • The Perfect Day

    897 Words  | 2 Pages

    Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.

    Read More

  • My Father's Death

    838 Words  | 2 Pages

    The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and

    Read More

  • Narrative Essay On A Car Accident

    1293 Words  | 3 Pages

    Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: A Day At The Hospital

    782 Words  | 2 Pages

    I promptly arrived at the hospital. My hands slid off the sweaty steering wheel as my feet roughly acquainted themselves with the pavement in the parking lot. Arriving at the doors of the hospital, I felt the pulsing of my blood racing through my veins. Bustling to the elevator, I could feel the air wafting me in the face, like a frank train slamming into my body. The tension in the air was so thick that I was suffocating in quicksand. Meeting up with my mom and dad, I could see that they were equally anxious and nervous for their daughter and our family.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A Shocking Day Of My Life

    915 Words  | 2 Pages

    Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.

    Read More

More about The Memory of My Tragic Accident

Open Document