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My life revolves around my mother. She means the world to me. But lately, I have been so caught up in the illness that is taking over my body, I have no one to turn to. Well, maybe not a person, but I do have my new found friend I call, “Kane”. Kane is actually the reason I am now lying in this sterile hospital room, fighting for my life.
My mom wants me to get professional help, since i won’t listen to her. I doubt that any professional can help me. “I have a professional coming to this hospital just for you,” mom stays. I am really not looking forward to talking about my addiction to a stranger. Minutes later the professional is standing right in front of me.
“Hello there, my name is John,” says the professional. I introduce myself and we began to talk. He tells me that i should consider the concerns my mom has for me. “You have your whole life ahead of you and you shouldn’t waste it on being in the hospital,” says John. As i look at my mom, i can see tears falling from her face, she’s crying.
I feel bad for her, considering her son is going through an illness that she cannot control.I can feel all the emotional pain that she is going throughThe more i think about the possibilities of me dying and looking at my mom cry, I am considering putting in effort, on helping me get over drugs.
John has been putting me on pills that will distract me from taking "Kane". I’ll admit it has been helping me.My mom has been in a better mood lately and i have been feeling great.
Walking out the hospital, “The air seemed fresher, It was a relief!” I said out loud. Jumping up and down, and screaming, I was excited to leave. I was happy i found a way to give up "Kane".
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