“CRASH!”
“Chris! Your hand!!!” Shelby said
“What are you talking about?” I quickly responded

I looked down and there it was, blood everywhere and a knife stuck in my hand. So many things were rushing through my mind at that moment. The handle was in the palm of my and half of the blade showed through the back of my hand. The only thing I could think of was…

“Sshhhik”

Just like that I pulled the knife out, I could feel the blade as it slowly sliced through the new hole in my hand even more than it already did. The pain was excruciating.

I quickly wrapped my hand in my jacket and put pressure on it. Shelby screamed so loud my ears hurt more than my hand, with this my friend Seth ran down from his room to see what happened.

“Bro, are you bleeding?!”
“Yeah!”
“We need to get you too the hospital! C’mon, I’ll drive!”
“No.”

I insisted we go to my house and tell my parents, so we all ran over to  my house. My mom obviously had a fit and my stepdad just cleaned out the cut and got the car ready to go.

My uncle was worried but mostly just said I’m and idiot for cutting a hole in my hand. After a while it didn’t hurt anymore, I guess the feeling in my hand couldn’t process all the pain. So we got in the car and pulled out of the driveway. My hand started to burn like it was on fire in pain. I saw my friend as we drove past.

“Stop the car!”

Seth and Shelby got into the car and we sped off. We were going so fast, I could hear the wind slamming against the windows, we drove past every stop sign and speed limit in sight. I was amazed that we weren’t pulled over.
My mom just wouldn’t shut up, she was worried I would lose the use of my right hand, she was going on about how she was stupid, but never this stupid. I told her not to worry, but my step dad looked at my like raging bear woke up from hibernation. That’s when I decided to just keep my mouth shut. It was silent the rest of the time it took to get to the hospital.

So we get to the hospital and walk in, we immediately get a room to wait in for a doctor. I had to change into those hospital dresses you have to put on that show your backside, they feel so uncomfortable. The doctor came in soon after I put on my robe, I instantly started joking about it after he told me I wouldn’t lose any movement or control in my hand. My mom yelled at me not to joke about something like this.

“Geez, she’s so mean!”
“I can’t blame her though.”
Afterall, it was my own fault.
Worst. Day. Ever.