My Head Injury

Ouch! The ouch all started when I was watching a freaky movie, when I was ten. I was at the part where The Joker was getting kicked around by Batman, when suddenly a call rang out, "Jake, turn that off now!" My mother descended the steps. But sadly, I was ten, and I was also stubborn.

The show continued, "Jake, Now!" mom said. But I still didn't do it; finally I glowered at her and my father before I shut off the TV.

"Fine!" I angrily booted past them, and walked down the hall, and Slip! I tripped over a shoe and, Bonk! My head hit the wall behind me (I tripped backwards you see!) and I cracked my head against the wall.

You know how you feel when you're in a trance. It was like I was in a trance trying to figure out all that happened, but soon I knew! For, knowing that I tripped, I reached my hand back and felt dark red blood oozing back out of my head.

"Ahhh!" my mom screamed and my wide-eyed father, probably not far from doing the same, looked at me, terror stricken! I was horrified, asking my parents if I was going to die!

"Of course not, darling!" my mother said, looking even more panicked by the minute. Gus, my brother, who was three at the time, came down and demanded to know what the commotion was all about. Gus saw me and said something along the lines of "What is it with Jakie?" My mom sighed and said, "Let's go to the Emergency room. Now."