My last day in Hawaii, I ended with a bang!
However, this bang was not planned.
I ended up flying home on a 14 hour plane ride with a mild concussion.
Not the most ideal situation.
Our last night in Hawaii, my roommate and I went to bed early after a long peaceful stroll through campus as we reminisced about the unforgettable memories.
I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face knowing that I took advantage of the island, made friends, and had the time of my life.
It was suppose to be a peaceful relaxing sleep…
At 4am I woke up to a girl screaming at the top of her lungs!
The worst sounding screams I have ever heard in my life. The screams were worse than horror movies! This girl was getting attacked!!
With my hands shaking and heart pounding I was in panic mode. I controlled my shaking hands to dial the campus police’s phone number that was posted on the back of our door. Before the officer could say hello I quickly blurted out, “I’m in room 322 and I hear this girl screaming, please help, I’m too scared to go help her.”
I tried to make out what the girl was screaming. I swore I heard her say, “Help, I’m getting attacked!”
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The next thing I know, I’m on the ground.
I woke up to my roommate crying, police officers around me, and extreme chaos outside. The police thought I was the one who got attacked. My sister had to point the police in the other direction to save the girl.
The medical assistants put me in the ambulance and rushed me to the hospital.
Finally, my roommate told me what happened; I passed out, hit my head on the dresser, and fell to the floor.
That explained the pounding headache.
Still in the ER, I had only four hours until I had to be at the airport.
The doctor highly recommended that I shouldn’t fly.
This plane ticket was over $1,000 dollars, I had to go!!!!!
Two hours later I made it back to campus with my fancy new hospital bracelet and ice pack. I asked my neighbors about the girl who was attacked. They said she wasn’t attacked. Confused and angry I quickly asked, “What do you mean?”
As it turned out the girl was not screaming, “help, I’m getting attacked,” but instead, she was screaming, “Help, I’m trapped.”
The girl was trapped in her bathroom with no light, no phone, and all alone, since her roommates left for winter break. The bathroom doors would randomly lock if it was shut. There’s a precise way to shake the door or even use a bobby pin to unlock yourself. I understood her situation to be quite scary but I was still mad that I misunderstood her screams incorrectly.
Due to my misunderstanding I got nervous, passed out, and had to fly home with a concussion.
I sure went out with a bang, ouch.