Personal Narrative-Shaped Bathroom Mirror
As I stare boldly at myself in the partially shattered bathroom mirror, I don’t understand. Why did I do this? I look down at my arms and almost pass out. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door, but I don’t answer. “Hello?” The person yells, I recognize the voice. Eventually, I fell over, hitting my head on the towel rack.
I soon wake up, and it seems like the next morning, because of the sun shining brightly through the window to my right. Turning to my left, I look down and see bandages on my arm. “Dang it.” I begin to assemble myself and stand up, removing IVs from my arms.
I soon wake up, and it seems like the next morning, because of the sun shining brightly through the window to my right. Turning to my left, I look down and see bandages on my arm. “Dang it.” I begin to assemble myself and stand up, removing IVs from my arms.