Friday, October 23, 2009

Rough Draft for Narrative - Part 1


When it happened for the first time, nine years ago. I was eight years old. It was during the summer of 2000. My brother and I always went to my grandma’s house. She babysat us while my parents were at work. It was about eight o’clock in the morning. I was sitting on the couch watching Saved by the Bell. My cousin Matt had just got there, he was also eight.
“Where’s Austin?” Matt asked. Austin is my brother, who was five years old at the time.
“He went to sleep in grandma’s bed. He was tired.” I answered. We were both getting tired. It was rolling on 8:45 and Matt and I went to sleep. Suddenly, I was awaken by four or five voices. I did not know who these voices belong to. I opened my eyes, stared at the clock, it was 9:30. There were 3 cops talking to my grandma in the living room, she was crying. Matt was awake too, he was sitting up on the couch, his eyes glazed over. He asked them what had happened.
“Everything will be fine.” The man said in a calm voice.
Matt was tearing up, then instantly we both started crying. We did not know what to think. Was there a fire? No, there were no firefighters. Did someone break in the house? No, we would have heard that. What happened? Thoughts kept running through my head about what could have possibly happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone on a stretcher. As it got closer, I noticed it was Austin. Did he fall off the bed, and break something. He could not have died; I blocked that thought from crossing my mind. I looked closer at his face, his eyes were open and he was looking around the room. Which made things better. He was fine, or at least he looked fine. One thought kept running through my head. Why is he going to the hospital? I looked over at Matt and he was at the front door. I walked over to the door, and looked down the street. My mom was running, and crying, trying to get to the ambulance where my brother was. I don’t think she knew what was going on either. She occasionally glanced up at us, in the doorway while she was talking to the man from the ambulance. Then she got in the ambulance and it drove off.
“Aaron, Matt, Austin will be fine he just had a seizure.” My grandma told us trying to calm us down. It only made us cry even more. We had no clue what a seizure was. I was I supposed to calm down when my brother just had a seizure. We continued to cry.
“I am not going to leave this house, until you guys stop crying.” The cop told us, in a calm and caring voice. He began telling us jokes, hoping that we would stop crying and start laughing. This worked we both stop crying and started laughing. He said something to my grandma, too soft for us to hear. Then he left. The whole day, Mat and I tried to keep each others’ mind off of the fact that Austin was in the hospital. Around two o’clock in the afternoon, Austin came home with my parents. We both calmed down and relaxed, now that we knew Austin was okay. My parents explained to us what a seizure was, but I still didn’t understand. All I knew was that hopefully Austin would grow out of it. The proper name for seizures, was epilepsy. He had epilepsy and he would grow out of it and taking medicine would help control it, and cause him not to have any.