This is one of the first assignments that I had, read it or not but I'm open to suggestions on how to improve my writing. 

  It was bound to happen I don't know why I thought other wise, there was nothing that I could do to help her and I didn't want to acknowledge that. If only I haven't been so stubborn I would have called for help earlier and she wouldn't be this bad off. I stood there, my body rigid as I watched the paramedics walk through my living room, the family room that I thought was private until this very moment. I stood near the sofa and watched silently as every thing passed me by; I didn't want her to leave me here, I was being selfish. When the paramedics were finally able to lift her on to the gurney, my body finally reacted. I wanted to go with her, I didn't want to be left here.

As I gazed down into her unfocused eyes, I knew that this was it. I needed to take responsibility and toughen up. She needed help and at the last minute, I called for it. How could I cause all this pain to the person whom I love the most? There was so much brown for some reason, everywhere I looked there was that damned color brown. The sofa was brown the carpet was brown the walls were brown, it felt almost as if the walls were closing in on me, taunting me and just making me feel powerless in this situation. I looked to the left and saw him looking down at her, why was he even here, he never cared to begin with.

When he turned to me, his eyes were unreadable, like always, just a person in a body - no feelings at all. I didn't want to see him. My hands were sweating along with every part of my body and I was trembling. Up to this point, I always thought that people only trembled in movies and cartoons but that wasn't the case any more. This was real - this whole situation was real. When the paramedics started wheeling her out the door, I ran after them. It was so cold outside that I could see the puffs of smoke coming from my mouth. I was shaking and not because of the cold, there are so many things that could happen. As I got closer, the the bright lights of the ambulance blinded me from the dark night. she looked so lifeless as they loaded her into the ambulance and as all the paramedics were climbing into the back.

After that night I was alone, day in and day out, no one understood what was going on in my head and I didn't want them to. So many sleepless nights and constant pacing back in forth in the same room day after day, it was like everything was on pause. I still went to school, I still talked to my friends, I still talked to my 'family' but at the end of the day when I went back into my room ,I was just completely and utterly alone. I couldn't see her for about two weeks and it felt like a century. even when I did see her, she was sleeping most of the time. I couldn't even talk to her just to ask how she was doing, sitting in that hospital room was the most comfort that I had in such a long time that I didn't want to leave.

I didn't want to leave and find out that later on I would never be able to see her ever again. there was a hollow feeling in my chest every time that I would leave. Then after three agonizingly slow months I got a phone call, she was finally coming home and I could finally go back home. when I saw her in the driveway of our house, I ran up to her. It felt like the weight was finally lifted off my shoulders, relief flooded my body and all my worries just faded away as she wrapped her arms around me. With that I knew that I was finally home.