A Creative Writing Assignment of the Most Traumatic Event of My Life

So far it had been the worst four hours of my life. I had gotten no sleep the past night and made futile attempts at sleeping in a chair. Every few minutes my heart would jump out of my chest as I peeked my head up to see if Allison was ready to go. Finally, Allison came out of one of the rooms in the back and we could leave. As I paid the woman, she reminded Allison to take the first pill now and the second one in twelve hours. We had walked into that building a couple of scared kids, and left it a little bit older.
Jump back three days to Friday night. …