Personal Narrative-The Dreaded Care Center

The Dreaded Care Center

“Hurry up get him into the office”. “No no no, stop bumping down, i've been here for three hours”. It seemed like they thought I just I had a little cut on my arm, but it was much more than that. I literally had a hole in my arm that I didn't know how deep it was and didn't want to find out. “Want to get up, move around a little bit, i need to grab something from my car” said my dad. “Sure”. “You look retarded when you walk”. “That's because I have a swollen knee, a cut knee, and a really bad cut on my hip”. “Manely my swollen knee is making me not be able to walk”. “I would assume so”. When we sat back down the pain shot up and down my hip as painful as a bullet. “Ahhh”! “Oh that hurt really bad”. I can't
My arm started going numb, i'm not sure if it was because the fear of what I knew would happen, the blood wouldn't stop coming and maybe it was adjusting because I've never had that bad of a cut before, but maybe it was just healing. The possibilities were endless.
It was ten-thirty and I still wasn't in the in the office. The only way the night would go faster is if i did the thing I do best and had fun with it. As i was thinking of what I could do I was stuck because I needed to move in someway that my cuts would not allow. I couldn't do anything. The negativity was just too much I could handle. So I decided to text every body and see how fast they responded. It was over in twenty minutes so that was no use. Once the longest night of my life was about to end in one hour I heard the words I have been waiting for all night “Jacob were ready for you”. “Finally”. But suddenly some guy got up and walked right in “you've gotta be kidding me”. “Uggghhh I hate this place”. By this point all my fear was gone I didn't care. What was going to happen is going to happen I just wanted to get in there make it quick, and leave. “Sorry wrong Jacob, anyways Jacob Hoban”. “Yes finally it took so long but finally i'm in”. I finally stood up proud but then i got a cold chill and became all shaky. All i wanted was to get it done,