My Writing Portfolio Narrative Essay/Short Story | Page 3

turned to leave, I felt someone grasp my wrist. I looked back and spotted Jake, a concerned
expression on his face. “I’ll come with you, this place is huge, you could get lost,” he yelled over
the blaring music. I waved him off, explained that I needed to get somewhere quiet and call my
mom and promised him that I will be back in ten minutes tops. He nodded and I turned to leave,
trying not to get accidentally punched as I made my way through the jam-packed crowd. The
beer stall had an unsurprisingly long queue of exuberant people, so I got out my phone and
commenced to dial my mom’s phone number, when an intense pain shot through my head.
I fell fast, not even realizing what on earth was going on. All I was aware of was that my
head hurt terribly and my phone had slipped out of my hand during the bumpy fall. Looking
down, I noticed drops of bright red blood covering my pale white shirt. Confused, I touched my
hand to the back of my head, which was repulsively wet. Panic overtook my body as I realized
that my head was bleeding. My mouth felt dry so I was unable to scream, and in my utter state of
panic, I didn’t notice the crowd of people which had gathered around me. A group of boys were
trying to break off a fight which I guess had broken out near me, and I just happened to be in the
wrong place at the wrong time. My body was paralyzed; I couldn’t move as I was struggling to
breathe. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice yelling behind me, but my vision was clouding and I
couldn’t speak. It was Jake. He kept saying my name, over and over again, in a total state of
frenzy. I tried to look tough for him and wanted to calm him down but my words came out in
ragged breaths, which frightened him even more. I could feel him shaking as he gently placed
my head on his lap, took hold of my fragile hand and pressed hard, as