True Pain
By Colin
"Wake up!" I
heard a voice yell. Knock! Knock! Dingdong!
Somebody was
at my door.
I slid out of
bed and threw on some clothes.
I stumbled over
to the door and yanked it open. The brightness of the sun blinded
me.
Two kids were
standing there.
"What?"
I mumbled angrily.
"Come outside,
we're bored," said Jason as he pulled me outside with his massive
hands. Jason was big. He was in high school.
"So what
do you want to do?" asked Mary. Mary was Jason's younger sister.
"Go back
to bed," I said as I walked back to my door.
"I don't
think so," Jason said as he pulled me backward. I grabbed the doorknob
with all my might. My hands started to sweat. They were slipping!
Jason gave a hard tug. My hands slipped off.
I flew backward.
Jason's hand let go. I fell off the edge of my porch. All I saw
was the slippery, wet grass below me. I seemed to be falling in
slow motion. The ground came closer. I could hear my shrieking voice
yell. Closer. I shut my eyes so tight they started to hurt. Closer.
I prepared for impact. Snap!
It took
a second after I hit the ground for the pain to kick in. I wondered
what had happened. I wondered what that snap was. Then the pain
kicked in. A sharp pain ran up my arm as I lay there on the ground.
I didn't open my eyes yet. I didn't want to look at it. I heard
voices, but they weren't clear. It sounded like a bunch of gibberish.
Then I opened my eyes. I regained my senses and realized what was
going on. I glanced down at my arm. My arm started to hurt more.
It didn't look good. It was all swollen and black and blue.
"Is he okay?"
I heard a voice ask quietly.
"Ahh! My
arm!" I hollered.
"Are you
alright?" asked Mary.
"Perfectly
fine," I snapped sarcastically. "It really hurts. Call my dad."
* * *
A while later
my dad came. He took me to the doctor's office. The whole way over
my arm throbbed and ached. When I finally got to see the doctor
I found out that I had a broken arm. I think I will always remember
this because it was my first time feeling physical, true pain.
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