Cut Deep
I was 8 years old... 8 years old was the most traumatic and petrifying experience of my life. I woke up as a normal day, unconscious of the unfortunate events ahead of me; I had no clue! I went about my normal day when the time for my rollerblading class came. I had the class like usual and we had to rollerblade around the park, nothing happened until...
On our way back to the campus, we were all of a sudden, challenged to a race. everyone had started at the speed of light while myself was taking a little rehydration break, my reaction was as swift as the speed of a cheetah. I dropped the bottle stood up and dashed ahead. The race was intense and, as I was the fastest, I caught up to first and edged up the lead... All was well from there until my eyes hooked upon a brick in my path, on the ground like a barrier. BAM!
My skates stubbed the brick like a hammer and a nail. I waddled like a penguin and my arms were everywhere. Nothing could stop me from falling at this point... NOTHING! I kept going though; I kept trying to save myself from the fall but it didn’t work. In seconds, I woke up to see blood everywhere - my hands, face and body were covered in blood. I had no clue with what had happened and I felt like sleeping! I closed my eyes and all the sounds that I could hear of my dad screaming at me, the medic asking if I was still there and the sound of tissues wiping the blood off my face just kept replaying in my mind. That was my last time on wheels.