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How a seat belt changed my life. Book is OUT! Pg. 21 for info!
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Here's the 7th chapter
If you find any typos, PLEASE let me know!
Chapter 7 - Home, not so sweet home.
Finally, I was going back home! I couldnt stand being in the hospital anymore. Every time I heard the ambulance sirens I got a weird feeling, knowing that someone else got hurt. Fortunately all of this was going to be over for me. While I was exiting the hospital, I felt many eyes staring at me .had they never seen this before? I looked up and they quickly turned away making me feel like a monster.
When my step-dad got me into my mom's red mini-van, I started to get flashbacks. I felt like everything was going to happen all over again. I placed my left hand on my chest and could feel my heart beating faster and faster. My mom sat in the back with me to keep me from falling since I couldnt sit comfortably and they had to lay me down. I thought I was about to faint when my step-dad turned on the van. I had the biggest fear of us crashing again, but fortunately my mom was there to calm me down. It was so hard for me to be in a vehicle again, every time we ran over rocks I screamed at the top of my lungs.
When we got home I told my mom to lay me down in my bed and to leave me alone because I just wanted time by myself to think about things. As she was leaving my room, tear drops started to slide down across my face each containing a memory of happiness I had in my past. It was like my happiness was getting drained out of me.
All of a sudden I started to feel weird; like if I was somebody else. It was almost like I was a new person. I was now skinny with broken bones and lots of undesirable cuts all over my body. I wished this would have never happened. I wanted to blame everyone, because now I caught too much attention and I hated it. I wanted to blame my dad because he was the one driving, but I knew it wasnt his fault. I wanted to blame my mom because she was the one who told my dad that my sister wasnt back that day she ran away, but then he was the one who contacted the police to look for my sister. I wanted to blame my sister because it was her fault she had to live with my dad, but I couldnt because we were so close.I knew I had to stop trying to blame everyone because things happen for a reason.
A few minutes later, my dad came into my room and asked me if I was okay. I told him I wasnt because I wasnt the same anymore, and now everyone just keeps staring at me because of the multiple stitches on my face. He told me that everything was going to be fine because God was always with us. He kissed me on the cheek and left. Later on I started to sweat and get really itchy so I called for my mom. She sent my sister to my room to help me with what I needed because she was really tired and wanted to take a nap. I didn't blame her, because she stood there with me the entire time at the hospital with almost no sleep. I told my sister that my room was getting too hot and that my back was itching. She told me to turn over so that she could scratch my back and wet it with a towel. I successfully turned over and she started to wet my back. It felt so great! She then scratched me until I fell asleep. A few minutes later, my back was sweating and itching again, and I woke up. I saw my sister laying down on the floor and asked her if she could scratch it again because it was itching bad and she did, but I quickly started to sweat and itch again. I kept asking her to wet and scratch my back until she got tired and told me that she couldnt keep on doing this because she was also tired. So she scratched me for the last time and I tried to tolerate it until I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up and saw my cousin Ricardo staring at me. He asked me if he could play my gamecube and I said yes. I watched him play and I felt the urge to play too, but I couldnt hold the remote control because of the big purple cast on my right arm. I tried many times and found a way to hold it successfully and played with him until my thumb started to hurt.
I got many visits that day and it made me really tired. I took a long nap until my dad came with some of his friends from church. I faked that I was asleep and silently watched them. They gathered around my bed and said a rosary. When they were done and left my room, I started to cry again. I kept asking God why he did this,and telling him that I didnt deserve this.
My mom came into my room to tell me that the quinceañera was in just a few days and asked if I was feeling any better. I got excited knowing I was going to be at the quinceañera! I did not want to miss my sisters quinceañera even if I wasnt going to be one of her chamberlanes. I told her that I was feeling much better. I was getting used to the pain and it wasnt hurting that much anymore.
Thinking of the quinceañera got me to smile for the first time.
If you find any typos, PLEASE let me know!
Chapter 7 - Home, not so sweet home.
Finally, I was going back home! I couldnt stand being in the hospital anymore. Every time I heard the ambulance sirens I got a weird feeling, knowing that someone else got hurt. Fortunately all of this was going to be over for me. While I was exiting the hospital, I felt many eyes staring at me .had they never seen this before? I looked up and they quickly turned away making me feel like a monster.
When my step-dad got me into my mom's red mini-van, I started to get flashbacks. I felt like everything was going to happen all over again. I placed my left hand on my chest and could feel my heart beating faster and faster. My mom sat in the back with me to keep me from falling since I couldnt sit comfortably and they had to lay me down. I thought I was about to faint when my step-dad turned on the van. I had the biggest fear of us crashing again, but fortunately my mom was there to calm me down. It was so hard for me to be in a vehicle again, every time we ran over rocks I screamed at the top of my lungs.
When we got home I told my mom to lay me down in my bed and to leave me alone because I just wanted time by myself to think about things. As she was leaving my room, tear drops started to slide down across my face each containing a memory of happiness I had in my past. It was like my happiness was getting drained out of me.
All of a sudden I started to feel weird; like if I was somebody else. It was almost like I was a new person. I was now skinny with broken bones and lots of undesirable cuts all over my body. I wished this would have never happened. I wanted to blame everyone, because now I caught too much attention and I hated it. I wanted to blame my dad because he was the one driving, but I knew it wasnt his fault. I wanted to blame my mom because she was the one who told my dad that my sister wasnt back that day she ran away, but then he was the one who contacted the police to look for my sister. I wanted to blame my sister because it was her fault she had to live with my dad, but I couldnt because we were so close.I knew I had to stop trying to blame everyone because things happen for a reason.
A few minutes later, my dad came into my room and asked me if I was okay. I told him I wasnt because I wasnt the same anymore, and now everyone just keeps staring at me because of the multiple stitches on my face. He told me that everything was going to be fine because God was always with us. He kissed me on the cheek and left. Later on I started to sweat and get really itchy so I called for my mom. She sent my sister to my room to help me with what I needed because she was really tired and wanted to take a nap. I didn't blame her, because she stood there with me the entire time at the hospital with almost no sleep. I told my sister that my room was getting too hot and that my back was itching. She told me to turn over so that she could scratch my back and wet it with a towel. I successfully turned over and she started to wet my back. It felt so great! She then scratched me until I fell asleep. A few minutes later, my back was sweating and itching again, and I woke up. I saw my sister laying down on the floor and asked her if she could scratch it again because it was itching bad and she did, but I quickly started to sweat and itch again. I kept asking her to wet and scratch my back until she got tired and told me that she couldnt keep on doing this because she was also tired. So she scratched me for the last time and I tried to tolerate it until I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up and saw my cousin Ricardo staring at me. He asked me if he could play my gamecube and I said yes. I watched him play and I felt the urge to play too, but I couldnt hold the remote control because of the big purple cast on my right arm. I tried many times and found a way to hold it successfully and played with him until my thumb started to hurt.
I got many visits that day and it made me really tired. I took a long nap until my dad came with some of his friends from church. I faked that I was asleep and silently watched them. They gathered around my bed and said a rosary. When they were done and left my room, I started to cry again. I kept asking God why he did this,and telling him that I didnt deserve this.
My mom came into my room to tell me that the quinceañera was in just a few days and asked if I was feeling any better. I got excited knowing I was going to be at the quinceañera! I did not want to miss my sisters quinceañera even if I wasnt going to be one of her chamberlanes. I told her that I was feeling much better. I was getting used to the pain and it wasnt hurting that much anymore.
Thinking of the quinceañera got me to smile for the first time.
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Thanks everyone! sorry for not posting the 8th chapter, I've been a bit busy but I will post it tomorrow for sure
SEMIFINAL UPDATE
-The book is almost done! Just 3 more chapters to go and it's done 8)
-The price of the book is ranging from $20-$28 including shipping. The book case hard cover is going to be cheaper than the dust jacket hard cover.
-I've finished the 1st edition cover for the book case hard cover. The only thing I need to change so it will fit in the dust jacket is to make it a bit wider so the flaps can fold inside.
and that's pretty much it
Here's the covers of the first edition-
As you can see, there's a typo in there. I left out the word "Know" in the last sentence of the back cover. I've fixed it already on the final one. If you don't understand how the covers are set up...the left is the back cover, the middle section where my name and title of the book are sideways is the spine, and the right is the front cover. What do y'all think about the cover?
SEMIFINAL UPDATE
-The book is almost done! Just 3 more chapters to go and it's done 8)
-The price of the book is ranging from $20-$28 including shipping. The book case hard cover is going to be cheaper than the dust jacket hard cover.
-I've finished the 1st edition cover for the book case hard cover. The only thing I need to change so it will fit in the dust jacket is to make it a bit wider so the flaps can fold inside.
and that's pretty much it
Here's the covers of the first edition-
As you can see, there's a typo in there. I left out the word "Know" in the last sentence of the back cover. I've fixed it already on the final one. If you don't understand how the covers are set up...the left is the back cover, the middle section where my name and title of the book are sideways is the spine, and the right is the front cover. What do y'all think about the cover?
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BTW, the colors of the covers have a really important "message" that happened to me..........try to guess! and liz don't say anything if you remember what it is
Black+white=your life? Ummm... I'll have to reread everything now.
I love the font.
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well it is my life, but the color white means something and the color black means another thing
I will spill the beans when I publish the book
well it is my life, but the color white means something and the color black means another thing
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well it is my life, but the color white means something and the color black means another thing
I will spill the beans when I publish the book
*Sigh* Good advertising.
well it is my life, but the color white means something and the color black means another thing
*Sigh* Good advertising.
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