My Stitches

How frightening does it seem to know that you have cut yourself open and you need to get stitches? When I was ten, I was pushed off a bunk bed and fell head first on the floor. It was a Saturday morning when we were having a good time playing hide and seek. We were at my neighbors’ house playing when this incident happened. It all began when we were really bored at my neighbors’ house. My neighbor, his sisters, my brothers, and I decided to play a small game of hide and seek because there wasn’t anything else to do. We made up our own rules to make the game even more interesting. The rules were that we couldn’t play outside the house, and whoever was “it” couldn’t get on top of the bunk bed. We then began playing, and for quite a while I wasn’t getting tagged so I was playing really good. My neighbor began to get irritated because he was getting tagged all the time and I wasn’t. I then got on top of the bunk bed, but on my way up my friend tagged me from behind. I was having trouble getting down because my neighbor was blocking my way down the ladder, so I had to get back up and jump from the side of the bed. He was getting mad because I wasn’t getting down so he then told me, “If you don’t get down, I’ll get you down!” and as soon as I heard him say that, someone pushed me from behind as if a car had hit me. Then suddenly I saw myself flying to the floor at the speed of light. On my way down, all I remember seeing was a Barbie doll on the floor which I landed on. From that point on, everything turned into a disaster. As soon as I got up, I touched my face, and felt it warm and wet. That only meant that my hand was full of blood. I immediately began crying hot tears that ran down my cheeks because I knew that I had split my forehead open. Suddenly my neighbor’s big sister immediately jolted through the door to see what had happened. When she