Personal Narrative: Entering The Emergency Room

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I finally open my eyes, the light burning my eyes. I sat on the sink, thinking about what I had to do next. My mind was almost made. I couldn’t live with the guilty of sending my best friend’s boyfriend to jail. I just couldn’t do it. The tears just kept coming. I … I can’t do this anymore. I relax causing my body slouch. I grab to get my phone from my back pocket. I reach into the pocket, feeling nothing but air. I panick, but I remember dropping the phone when he opened the closet door. I needed to distract myself from thinking about my decision. I jump off the counter and start walking towards the door, leaving marks of dirty water. I close the door behind me, and walk towards the coffee room. I didn't want a hot coffee, but nice venti sized caramel frappuccino. I think I could teleport myself. I close my eyes, and imagine being in Starbucks. I open my eyes to the sound of a crowd. I was so excited. I open my eyes noticing it was another person entering the emergency room. My shoulders start to droop, but then suddenly I noticed Matt coming into the hospital. I couldn’t, what, I can’t explain why he would be here. I start to run towards to the exit, not even turning back to see the explanation of him to be here.
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I go wash my for any last blood. I go into my room and start to turn on the TV for any news. Then, I get a voicemail. I get my phone and listen to my voicemail. I was Clarissa, she said that Rose was not any better. They needed more O- blood, and she knew I had that same type of blood. At that moment I knew that I would look suspicious if I didn't say yes so I call her back. She doesn’t answer so I go visit her in the ER. I get to the hospital being greeted with empty seats. I stay there hoping to see her coming. As I turn around I see her wearing my sweatshirt. I smiled at the

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