Personal Reflective Writing
I lay there on the ground, motionless and frozen, my body jarred out at odd angles. I stayed there for what seemed like an age, experiencing extreme pain and then nothing.
When I awoke, my eyesight blurry, from what I could surmise, there were people all around me asking faintly how I felt, everyone with worried shocked expressions. My senses were in overdrive, trying to make sense of what violent distress my body had just endured.
After a spell lying on my back, I was helped to sit up, if I thought I could manage it. I could. Suddenly I felt an excessive surge of pain in my left shoulder. I tried to scream aloud, let them know I was not all right, but all that came out was a muted squeak.
I lay there on the ground, motionless and frozen, my body jarred out at odd angles. I stayed there for what seemed like an age, experiencing extreme pain and then nothing.
When I awoke, my eyesight blurry, from what I could surmise, there were people all around me asking faintly how I felt, everyone with worried shocked expressions. My senses were in overdrive, trying to make sense of what violent distress my body had just endured.
After a spell lying on my back, I was helped to sit up, if I thought I could manage it. I could. Suddenly I felt an excessive surge of pain in my left shoulder. I tried to scream aloud, let them know I was not all right, but all that came out was a muted squeak.