Personal Narrative On John Rwitz

I've been hiding from myself as if it hurts speaking my own name, John Rwitz. I can't really depict what's wrong with me, I can only say that my infirmity found its way to my thoughts creating voices into the black matter of my brain. I've found myself waking up delirious in the house, as I can only see a pitch of white across my sight. I knew if i stayed in my house I would infect the children and Debra.
I went to go see my doctor down the street where I lived. . Running through the side alleys to avoid the busy streets as they projected an ambience of noise and dizziness. I hurried to the doctors. At once I got there, seeing my doctor discussing something I could not hear. He saw me with my skin red and pale as I was gasping for air about