Disclaimer: This is all written by me unless indicated. This is probably going to be my only true story. Thank you.
You think you feel fear everyday. Wither its do I have enough money for food or am I going to get to the gas station fast enough, but it's not true fear. I don't think I've felt anything closed to it. I can't imagine I have, but I guess to explain I'll have to go back a bit.
So I was afraid I wasn't going to make it to the gas station before I ran out of gas. The same gas station my boyfriend works at. Thankfully he was on shift. I was bribing my car to not die and I got there, but as I was pulling in I could feel my pocket vibrating. I felt a slight annoyance that someone was calling me and I was trying to concentrate. So I got to the pump and I pulled my phone out to see who it was. I could see it was my grandmother, but didn't answer it fast enough. So I called her back.
What she told me I really don't 100% know. All I know is she said the words someone never wants to hear in one sentence, grandpa and paramedics. My body shifted into flight mode. I jumped out of my 2002 Kia Spectra and bulleted for the door. The girl at the register, Heather, well I didn't know if she knew I was panicking, but she knew who I was looking for. She pointed to one of the aisles and I ran for it.
My boyfriend and his boss turn to look at me and I said something to the effect of will your or my car get me to the hospital faster. He asked why and who, I said Grandpa and I don't know. He handed me his keys and told me to park my car in the back, but I guess as I was moving my car him and his boss had a small conversation that ended in letting Brett drive me. Which now that I think about it was probably the best thing. I've been known to let my emotions control my driving.
Some how even though I was farther away than the ambulance we beat them to the hospital. I'll never understand that one. All I could feel was panic. My boyfriend tried to keep me calm, but I knew it was probably hard. I didn't cry thankfully and Brett had to leave as soon as the ambulance came.
When I saw Grandpa with an IV in his arm and Oxygen in his nose all I remember feeling is nervousness. Nervous that it was something more, nervous that he wasn't ok, and above all nervous that I was going to loose him.
I can't loose my Grandpa. To some people a grandpa is just a person who gives you presents, but to this day and for the rest of my years I will always know him as something so much more. I think the biggest reason for that is because he cried tears of joy just because I was born. He's been my rock and watching him at the emergency room I was afraid I was going to see my rock crumbling.
I've never known any man care more about me than this almost fragile looking person. I don't even think my dad cared for me as much as this man. Not that I'm doubting my fathers love I just have seen how much grandpa has done for me and how he will stop at nothing to protect me. His face was beet red and you could see he had been working all day. Wither he was red because he was hot or red because he was burnt was not known until hours later. Which I know was because of heat.
Apparently he had not had enough to drink, which you would think would be common knowledge in FLORIDA! He had Dr. Pepper instead of water. Yeah the Dr. Pepper I got out of the hospital vending machine had 100 mg of Sodium. (If you didn't know, Sodium is bad when you are outside in the Hot Florida sun).
He was admitted a couple of hours ago and my boyfriend came and got me to go get my car from his work, but I just had so many emotions flying around that I needed to write. So there it is, my probably only true story.
Hoped it wasn't too all over the place which is what it felt like to me,
Brittany Rose
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Story # 1
Disclaimer: This is all written by me unless indicated. This is also pure fiction accept for possible historical events. Thank you.
I'd never seen anyone so depressed. The young girl sitting in front of me was so battered and bruised that she couldn't even move. You could tell from her face she wanted to cry. I wondered what this poor girl had to go through to get here, but part of me didn't want to know.
Most children came in like this. The area fed off of it. I could never understand why anyone would want to hurt anything so innocent. Outside the very hospital doors I worked at was a world that no one loved. Groups of teenagers trying to prove they were men fed off of weakness. In my opinion all I saw them as was cowards.
These boys did nothing, but pick on the weak. From the sight I could see this little girl had run all the way across town to get here. The hospital was in the nicer part of Clearwater, but just beyond a couple of lights there was a world that I only knew through my patients.
When we got children in like this the first thing we do is treat them. The receptionist calls the police and we eventually find their parents. My first thought is to get them cleans and healed. I hated what these kids did to children, but they were never caught because the children that come in are too afraid to talk. Most of them came from loving homes and most of them didn't come back.
When your child is harassed like that you won't let them go out again alone. Unfortunately there was always someone to pick on in this big of a city. Sure Clearwater wasn't as big as Orlando or Miami, but there was always just another kid to tease. For some reason I hoped one would accidentally be killed from the bullying. I hoped if that happened the bullying would stop, but I knew it wouldn't. It never would go that way.
As I looked at the young girl, I could only guys she was about 11, I wondered why they chose her. I always wondered that and I knew I would never honestly know. I approached the dark hair girl sitting on a waiting chair in an empty lobby. It had been a slow night even though it was only 6 o'clock. I knew the girl was probably on her way home to dinner. I crouched down next to her and gave her a warm smile.
"Hi sweetie, I'm nurse Allison." She looked at me with deep green eyes. "Can you give me your name?"
Her eyes started to water slightly. "Alexia Cooper. My phone number is 654-3337. My mom's name is Mary."
I knew that was hard for her to say and I wrote down every word she said. Well thank you. That was everything I needed to know. Can you stay here for me? She gave me a small nod and continued to stare at the white tile floor. I got up and handed the information to the receptionist. "Please call her parents. Are the police on their way?" The receptionist nodded and I turned back to the girl. "Can you come with me or do you want to wait for your parents?"
She slowly got up and I could see her eyes squeeze as she winced. I felt so bad for her. I took her into a more private waiting room. I knew that she would be more comfortable in there and if the bullies came in they wouldn't know she was here. I turned on the small tv. "Do you like Disney Channel?" She nodded. I turned the tv to channel 40 and put the remote in front of her. "I'm going to be right outside that door. If you need me you can pull this cord. Ok?" She once again nodded and I left the room.
It wasn't much longer after the police had come that a woman and a man came in. The dark haired woman looked frantic and the equally dark haired male looked like he was out of breath. The receptionist point towards me and they came running. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't even say anything before the woman blurted out, "Where is she?"
"Alexia is in this office and she is fine. Nothing major which is why we called you before doing any treatment. I wouldn't suggest hugging her though she does have some injuries." I slowly opened the door and the woman flew past me. From what I could tell she loved her daughter very much. "We didn't want her to talk to the police before you got here so we aren't sure what happened."
"Oh trust me we know what happened." The rather tall man sat down next to his daughter. "These kids down the street have been teasing her lately, but it was only words until now."
"Well then do you want us to treat her injuries and you can talk to the police after wards?" I had to handle this too many times. It was not fair. Why would anyone want to hurt something that looked this fragile? The male stood. "Yes please and we would like nothing more than to press charges."
"Ok well then lets get Alexia into the back." I gave a smile because I knew it would help with the situation a little.
This was horrible. Why did this happen? I couldn't tell anyone, but all I wanted was for it to end. I knew that would never happen though.
This is not a true story, but it could be. People bully other people everyday and it will never end. We as a society have to stop it. Calling people names hurts and there is nothing worst than attacking people. For another fantasy possibility of what bullying can cause, check out Bad Girls Don't Die by Katie Alender. It is very supernatural, but if you can handle something like that it is perfect. It is also very creepy so if you are younger this would not be a good book for you.
Thank you for reading,
Brittany Rose
I'd never seen anyone so depressed. The young girl sitting in front of me was so battered and bruised that she couldn't even move. You could tell from her face she wanted to cry. I wondered what this poor girl had to go through to get here, but part of me didn't want to know.
Most children came in like this. The area fed off of it. I could never understand why anyone would want to hurt anything so innocent. Outside the very hospital doors I worked at was a world that no one loved. Groups of teenagers trying to prove they were men fed off of weakness. In my opinion all I saw them as was cowards.
These boys did nothing, but pick on the weak. From the sight I could see this little girl had run all the way across town to get here. The hospital was in the nicer part of Clearwater, but just beyond a couple of lights there was a world that I only knew through my patients.
When we got children in like this the first thing we do is treat them. The receptionist calls the police and we eventually find their parents. My first thought is to get them cleans and healed. I hated what these kids did to children, but they were never caught because the children that come in are too afraid to talk. Most of them came from loving homes and most of them didn't come back.
When your child is harassed like that you won't let them go out again alone. Unfortunately there was always someone to pick on in this big of a city. Sure Clearwater wasn't as big as Orlando or Miami, but there was always just another kid to tease. For some reason I hoped one would accidentally be killed from the bullying. I hoped if that happened the bullying would stop, but I knew it wouldn't. It never would go that way.
As I looked at the young girl, I could only guys she was about 11, I wondered why they chose her. I always wondered that and I knew I would never honestly know. I approached the dark hair girl sitting on a waiting chair in an empty lobby. It had been a slow night even though it was only 6 o'clock. I knew the girl was probably on her way home to dinner. I crouched down next to her and gave her a warm smile.
"Hi sweetie, I'm nurse Allison." She looked at me with deep green eyes. "Can you give me your name?"
Her eyes started to water slightly. "Alexia Cooper. My phone number is 654-3337. My mom's name is Mary."
I knew that was hard for her to say and I wrote down every word she said. Well thank you. That was everything I needed to know. Can you stay here for me? She gave me a small nod and continued to stare at the white tile floor. I got up and handed the information to the receptionist. "Please call her parents. Are the police on their way?" The receptionist nodded and I turned back to the girl. "Can you come with me or do you want to wait for your parents?"
She slowly got up and I could see her eyes squeeze as she winced. I felt so bad for her. I took her into a more private waiting room. I knew that she would be more comfortable in there and if the bullies came in they wouldn't know she was here. I turned on the small tv. "Do you like Disney Channel?" She nodded. I turned the tv to channel 40 and put the remote in front of her. "I'm going to be right outside that door. If you need me you can pull this cord. Ok?" She once again nodded and I left the room.
It wasn't much longer after the police had come that a woman and a man came in. The dark haired woman looked frantic and the equally dark haired male looked like he was out of breath. The receptionist point towards me and they came running. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't even say anything before the woman blurted out, "Where is she?"
"Alexia is in this office and she is fine. Nothing major which is why we called you before doing any treatment. I wouldn't suggest hugging her though she does have some injuries." I slowly opened the door and the woman flew past me. From what I could tell she loved her daughter very much. "We didn't want her to talk to the police before you got here so we aren't sure what happened."
"Oh trust me we know what happened." The rather tall man sat down next to his daughter. "These kids down the street have been teasing her lately, but it was only words until now."
"Well then do you want us to treat her injuries and you can talk to the police after wards?" I had to handle this too many times. It was not fair. Why would anyone want to hurt something that looked this fragile? The male stood. "Yes please and we would like nothing more than to press charges."
"Ok well then lets get Alexia into the back." I gave a smile because I knew it would help with the situation a little.
This was horrible. Why did this happen? I couldn't tell anyone, but all I wanted was for it to end. I knew that would never happen though.
This is not a true story, but it could be. People bully other people everyday and it will never end. We as a society have to stop it. Calling people names hurts and there is nothing worst than attacking people. For another fantasy possibility of what bullying can cause, check out Bad Girls Don't Die by Katie Alender. It is very supernatural, but if you can handle something like that it is perfect. It is also very creepy so if you are younger this would not be a good book for you.
Thank you for reading,
Brittany Rose
Welcome
So this is going to be my story blog. I have another blog that is my random blogs and reviews on things. Mostly just my everyday thoughts. This is going to be different. This is going to be stories that I come up with on the spot. I might edit a little, but not much. I think it will be better that way though. It's much more spontaneous.
Please do not take anything from offense. The things I write aren't my thought, they are just my muse coming into written word form. I needed somewhere to put this. The things that are going to be on here may be dreams or just stories. I maybe in them, but they will not actually have happened. Pure fiction.
Thanks for stopping by and hope that you enjoy,
Brittany Rose
Please do not take anything from offense. The things I write aren't my thought, they are just my muse coming into written word form. I needed somewhere to put this. The things that are going to be on here may be dreams or just stories. I maybe in them, but they will not actually have happened. Pure fiction.
Thanks for stopping by and hope that you enjoy,
Brittany Rose
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