Personal Narrative: A Scarred Past

A Scarred Past

Smoke filled the air, the smell filling me with anxiety. I heard pounding. The door opened and- "Flight 192, New York to London, is preparing to land." I took in the unfamiliar setting as I began to become more conscious from my nap. I sat up, moving my long, brown hair out of my face. Stepping off the plane, I dialed the first number on my phone. "Hello? Brooklyn, how was your flight? Did you freak out? Wait, did something happen?" Rose said as I rolled my eyes at my best friend's constant worrying. "I'm fine, Rose. No, I didn't freak out. I had the dream again, but that was it. Anyways, I just called to tell you that my plane just landed. If I'd known that you would get all up in my business, I wouldn't have

Let's go celebrate your arrival. You might not be able to drink in America, but you are here," Naomi said brightly. "No thanks. I feel kind of jet lagged, and I need to go get my schedule early tomorrow," I lied. I wasn't tired, but I was trying to get clean and going to a bar would just ruin everything. I woke up to the rain pounding on the window. This was the second day I woke up forgetting where I was. I headed out of our nearly empty dorm to the head office to get my schedule. I went back into the room and got ready for my first class, calculus. Everyone was staring at me. I knew why though, it was because I had scars. Although the only scars they could see was on the outside, the accident scarred me emotionally, too. It was really uncomfortable. I got through the rest of my classes, and arrived at the cafeteria for lunch. "Brooklyn, over here," Naomi shouted. Leo sat next to her, looking cute sitting next to some guys that I recognized from the school's football team picture that was on the school's website. He looked up at me, and smiled. I steered toward their table, and set my lunch down. "Hey, Naomi," I greeted. "So, there's a birthday party that my friend invited me to. Do you want to go?" she

"Come in." He sat on Naomi's bed and glanced at me. "So, do you have a story? I mean about your scars?" he asked curiously. I flushed and answered,"Um yeah, but I don't really feel like talking about it. If you really want to know, you will probably be able to find it online." "That's okay. Everyone has a chapter in their life they don't like to share, that's yours," he gave me a sad smile. That's when I realized that there wasn't just darkness in his past, there was a tragedy. I also realized that he understood what I was going through better than anyone. Nobody really got my pain. It was refreshing, like a breath of fresh air. I studied his face a little longer, and saw the look. The look I saw everyday in the mirror, the look that lovers had when their other half was dying; grief mixed with an expression that showed an emptiness. "I'm ready. Let's go," Naomi said as she flipped her hair. We arrived at the party, and Naomi made rounds of introductions. The party was for her friend that just turned twenty. The party had a lot of liquor, so I announced that I was getting tired. Leo offered to take me home, and if I was completely honest, I was really attracted to