Narrative Essay

On August 15, 2007, my older brother, Lucas, suggested we go to the corncrib. I agreed and we walked across the farm to flip the lock and open the large white doors. I followed him inside, and hence there being no windows on the lower level, it took my eyes awhile to adjust to the darkness. I heard Luke’s voice somewhere to my left, and glanced over my shoulder to vaguely see him climbing up a ladder. Having never been inside the corncrib before, I blindly followed him. My eyes stung as they adjusted to the bright sunlight and the dusty air in the top level. After about fifteen minutes, Luke told me that he was going to go back inside the house. He began climbing down the ladder, so I shadowed him. As I got to the bottom of the rotting, wooden ladder, I heard a loud thud and realized Luke had locked me inside. Panicking, I began screaming and crying. I could hear my brother outside the doors, “I’m never going to let you out! You’ll be in here until Dad and MeLisa get home!” Then he mocked my cries. I suddenly had an idea. I climbed back up the ladder and put my hand to the frail glass of one of the small, square windows. I figured I could break it to call for help. The last thing I remember seeing was small pieces of glass embedded in my bloody knuckles. When I finally came to, it was August 16th and I was in the Intensive Care Unit in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I had broken both my wrists, shattered my left elbow, fractured the bridge of my nose, broken my right upper occipital bone, and ripped my right eye socket. That was also the very first time I got to meet my baby brother, Mathias. Luke never came to visit me in the hospital the entire week I was there, but when I got home, he eventually broke down and apologized. During that week, I had two MRIs, a CAT scan, stitches in my eyelid, and surgery on my left wrist.
My recovery was slow, but successful. I was told that when Luke saw me falling, he tried to catch me. When I finally hit the ground, he heard