Traumas-Personal Narrative
My lips felt dry and chapped as the sun beat against my skin. I could taste the dried blood pooled in the back of my throat as I attempted to move from my position. My muscles felt limp and numb as though they had been ripped from my bones. I finally built up the strength to lift my head from the sand, although I wish I hadn’t. People missing legs, arms, and heads. The sense of pain that floated through the air was so strong that it felt as though it thickened the oxygen entering my lungs. My heart beat faster the more the memories returned. My mind kept flashing back and forth between present time and what had happened only moments ago. Blood rushed throughout my body as my heart pounded against my ribcage. Screams echoed
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Lucky for me and several other survivors a doctor lived through the tragic events and was able to determine our damages and provide options for rehabilitation. After a quick examination the doctor declared that I had several strained muscles, two bone fractures and a major concussion. During this month the number of survivors dropped from forty five down to thirty due to starvation, dehydration, and severe injuries. As the sun rose above the horizon I scratched another line into the abandoned plane that we had been living under. This twenty ninth line marked the first of …show more content…
He lifted up a limp body covered in sand. The survival count went from seven to six.
After several days and nights the desert began to become hotter and we lost track of time. As we were walking along under the stars in dark of the night I tripped over a rock and fell towards the ground with a splash. The cool liquid surrounded my dry skin as a feeling of joy spread throughout my body. “Water!” I shouted back to the others. Smiles spread across the group as they jumped into the pool of water. Everyone drank and ate berries from the surrounding bushes until we could eat no more. As we sat around a fire that James had created the conversation of how much more walking we could take came up.
“As a matter of fact, I studied this area with my students,” Patricia stated, “I recognize this pond. A small village is located only 50 miles away.” We decided that it would be best if we could make the journey as soon as
Lucky for me and several other survivors a doctor lived through the tragic events and was able to determine our damages and provide options for rehabilitation. After a quick examination the doctor declared that I had several strained muscles, two bone fractures and a major concussion. During this month the number of survivors dropped from forty five down to thirty due to starvation, dehydration, and severe injuries. As the sun rose above the horizon I scratched another line into the abandoned plane that we had been living under. This twenty ninth line marked the first of …show more content…
He lifted up a limp body covered in sand. The survival count went from seven to six.
After several days and nights the desert began to become hotter and we lost track of time. As we were walking along under the stars in dark of the night I tripped over a rock and fell towards the ground with a splash. The cool liquid surrounded my dry skin as a feeling of joy spread throughout my body. “Water!” I shouted back to the others. Smiles spread across the group as they jumped into the pool of water. Everyone drank and ate berries from the surrounding bushes until we could eat no more. As we sat around a fire that James had created the conversation of how much more walking we could take came up.
“As a matter of fact, I studied this area with my students,” Patricia stated, “I recognize this pond. A small village is located only 50 miles away.” We decided that it would be best if we could make the journey as soon as