Author's
Note: I'll try to make this quick…
I'm 15 years old, brown hair hazel eyes, 5' 7.5", nothing to hide, I'm like I am in my stories.
Done.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but…me…?
As level headed as I am, I surprised myself by letting out a Naomi Watts-ish scream as I found myself hurling through blackness. I closed
my eyes, which was probably stupid because it was pitch black all around me any way. After what seemed like an eternity I finally
stopped. Very quickly. I felt a resounding crack and rip somewhere from within my leg, and reached down to a river of blood. The
orange fire of the blood in my eyelids screamed the way it does when exposed to sunlight after a long period of dark. My head screamed
for Advil, while the rest of my body seemed to shrivel up in pain. I had long stopped screaming, my lungs lost for breath as I rolled into a
sideways fetal position, in order to protect my leg from the hot dust and gravel under me. When I could finally open my eyes, I kept my
head turned from the injured limb as I sat up and deliriously surveyed my surroundings. I was surrounded by a jellybean of white washed
rocks and green canvas tents. The camp seemed deserted, so I decided (like an idiot) to try my luck in looking around before trying to
get help. Seeing as though I had no hell of an idea where I was, it seemed best just to check out whether or not the occupants were going
to roast me over a fire and eat me. I concluded that a look at my leg would be a sensible idea. I was wring. Obviously my adrenaline had
pumped me full of a self-made anesthetic, which was let go when I saw the mess my leg was in. The blood was only half of it. My right
leg was bent at an almost ninety degree angle to the left, and a six inch long shred of my bone suck out perpendicular to my thigh. I was
overcome by pain and I could feel the hot dirt on my cheek as I blacked out.
Author's Note: Okey-dokey then, read and review, or it won't get any better.