dmitchell1991
Sep 10, 2009
Writing Feedback / Essay Recounting a "Moment In Time" [5]
New essay, same prompt. Let me know what you think of this one and whether or not it answers the prompt. Thanks.
My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. The droplets of sweat dripped down my face. I could taste the saltiness of each individual drop as it flowed over my lips and into my dry mouth. Sheer terror filled my mind as not knowing what just happened is the scariest feeling of all. I lay there heaving; trying to catch my breath. My vision was going in and out as I attempted to scramble to my feet but fell back to my knees. I now realized that I was sitting in something wet. What was this all over my clothes and how did it get there? My trembling hands slowly reached up to my face where I could sense that something was terribly wrong. My fingers felt their way past my mouth and onto the mangled piece of cartilage that now resided where my nose used to be. I could feel the fragments floating around in a pool of blood. My nose no longer felt the way that it used to and just by touching it, excruciating pain shot through my entire body. The faucet of dripping blood was turned back on, first with a trickle but within moments developed into a stream that flowed across my mouth, down my chin, and onto the rough grass below. My entire body was now shaking as if the inability to turn off this water hose of blood had instilled a new type of pain into my mind. I was in a state of confusion, lying there with no recollection of the event that had just taken place a few seconds earlier. My heart was beating harder and harder but it seemed that with each pulse, the stream of blood would squirt more and more. I could feel my eyes shutting but I tried my best to stay conscious. I was on my hands and knees, my eyes were watering, but I could now hear footsteps sneaking up behind me. The roar of voices filled my ears as a familiar hand touched my shoulder. I tried to look up but the sun was too bright for me to hold my eyes open long enough to catch a glimpse of the tall figure. What in the world had just happened? This question continued to cross my mind over and over, as I sat there in a lifeless motion. Finally, I began to re-gain my composure and realized that I was going to be alright. My hand rubbed across a line of chalky grass and at once, it dawned on me where I was. This was the middle of my soccer game! But what was I doing on the ground and why was I bleeding? I pondered these thoughts in my mind for a brief second but no answers filled my head. My face started to go numb, which was quite a relief to me. I stared at the ground, trying my best to focus my eyes long enough to see what was going on around me. When I finally got my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, I could see shadows surrounding the ground where I knelt. Voices were ringing in my ears as the shadows continued to ask, "Are you alright? Are you okay?" I scrambled to my feet with the assistance of my teammate and coach. My team's goalkeeper who helped me up kept saying he was sorry to me over and over but it would not be until later that I would learn exactly what he was apologizing for. I had a major headache and my whole body felt cold as they escorted me off the field. This was probably one of the worst days of my life.
The entire ordeal seemed to last hours but in reality was only a couple seconds long. I had jumped up to head the soccer ball away from the goal, but at the same time, my team's goal keeper dove over me and caught my nose with his elbow, sliding it almost an inch over on my face. I suffered a concussion from the incident and had to receive surgery to put my nose back together so that I could breath freely again. That game went from exciting to terrifying in a split second. Events like that give no warning when they come, but rather happen at the moments that you feel invincible. Although I made a full recovery from the accident in just a few short weeks, my love for the sport was taken away forever. Every time I now even pass a soccer field, memories of that tragic day still manage to cross my mind.
New essay, same prompt. Let me know what you think of this one and whether or not it answers the prompt. Thanks.
My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. The droplets of sweat dripped down my face. I could taste the saltiness of each individual drop as it flowed over my lips and into my dry mouth. Sheer terror filled my mind as not knowing what just happened is the scariest feeling of all. I lay there heaving; trying to catch my breath. My vision was going in and out as I attempted to scramble to my feet but fell back to my knees. I now realized that I was sitting in something wet. What was this all over my clothes and how did it get there? My trembling hands slowly reached up to my face where I could sense that something was terribly wrong. My fingers felt their way past my mouth and onto the mangled piece of cartilage that now resided where my nose used to be. I could feel the fragments floating around in a pool of blood. My nose no longer felt the way that it used to and just by touching it, excruciating pain shot through my entire body. The faucet of dripping blood was turned back on, first with a trickle but within moments developed into a stream that flowed across my mouth, down my chin, and onto the rough grass below. My entire body was now shaking as if the inability to turn off this water hose of blood had instilled a new type of pain into my mind. I was in a state of confusion, lying there with no recollection of the event that had just taken place a few seconds earlier. My heart was beating harder and harder but it seemed that with each pulse, the stream of blood would squirt more and more. I could feel my eyes shutting but I tried my best to stay conscious. I was on my hands and knees, my eyes were watering, but I could now hear footsteps sneaking up behind me. The roar of voices filled my ears as a familiar hand touched my shoulder. I tried to look up but the sun was too bright for me to hold my eyes open long enough to catch a glimpse of the tall figure. What in the world had just happened? This question continued to cross my mind over and over, as I sat there in a lifeless motion. Finally, I began to re-gain my composure and realized that I was going to be alright. My hand rubbed across a line of chalky grass and at once, it dawned on me where I was. This was the middle of my soccer game! But what was I doing on the ground and why was I bleeding? I pondered these thoughts in my mind for a brief second but no answers filled my head. My face started to go numb, which was quite a relief to me. I stared at the ground, trying my best to focus my eyes long enough to see what was going on around me. When I finally got my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, I could see shadows surrounding the ground where I knelt. Voices were ringing in my ears as the shadows continued to ask, "Are you alright? Are you okay?" I scrambled to my feet with the assistance of my teammate and coach. My team's goalkeeper who helped me up kept saying he was sorry to me over and over but it would not be until later that I would learn exactly what he was apologizing for. I had a major headache and my whole body felt cold as they escorted me off the field. This was probably one of the worst days of my life.
The entire ordeal seemed to last hours but in reality was only a couple seconds long. I had jumped up to head the soccer ball away from the goal, but at the same time, my team's goal keeper dove over me and caught my nose with his elbow, sliding it almost an inch over on my face. I suffered a concussion from the incident and had to receive surgery to put my nose back together so that I could breath freely again. That game went from exciting to terrifying in a split second. Events like that give no warning when they come, but rather happen at the moments that you feel invincible. Although I made a full recovery from the accident in just a few short weeks, my love for the sport was taken away forever. Every time I now even pass a soccer field, memories of that tragic day still manage to cross my mind.
