Personal Narrative My Personal Story - 1932 Words

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. â€Å"Hello... â€Å" I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice. â€Å"Mike, I need you to come to my house, something happen to Jessica.† I snatched my things and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. I put my keys in the ignition as fast as I possibly could, and hit the gas pedal with all the force in my body. Jessica is my 17 year old daughter, she is a senior in high school and captain of the cheer team. She is my life. Veronica is my ex wife of 22 years. We had a chaotic divorce last year. Veronica and I went to marriage counseling but we just were not feeling it anymore. It was a†¦show more content†¦The drunk driver also had died and I did not know how to feel. I could not wrap my brain around it. The police told me that she experienced little to no as her body flew out the car. Veronica was uncontrollably crying and I was just speechless. Both of our jaws were just dropped. They could literally touch the ground. The officer told Veronica that Jessica is in the hospital and she on life support. I wanted to go see my daughter for the last time, so V and I got in the ambulance car that was still outside the house and drove to the hospital. As I arrived to the hospital my mind was spinning. The lady at the front desk walked us to Jessica s room. I saw her and my stomach dropped to the floor. I lost it. I lost her. She was laying on the white, raggy scary looking hospital bed. The only girl in my life. My beautiful young, caring and perfect daughter was ripped away from me by an idiotic 45 year old drunk driver. Just awful. I felt like the world stopped spinning and time was just ticking away. I felt like there was nothing left in this world for me to do. I looked over at Veronica and she was wrapped in a ball sitting alone in the corner of the room. I walked over to her and we both just sat there and cried. There was nothing to do but sit and sob. It is now 11AM and Veronica and I were standing by Jessica s bed as they unplug her from her breathing tube and unhook her from the machines. I was holdingShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My Story1141 Words   |  5 Pagestrouble, or when my mother simply wanted to avoid me. This was mostly twelve consecutive hours a day. It was dreadful in there. I was never brought water or food. If I did, mum would make me beg for it. The closet had an eerie feeling to it, I never felt safe, and it was very cold. I heard a voice in that closet when I was there. She never got mad at me unless I was bad, I didn’t often do much, just the typical child play. 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