One time when my mum started screaming in the bathroom (I was 6) and blood was dripping out from under the door. My dad rushed in and the ambulance came and took her away. I thought she was going to die. Turns out she was having problems with my brother who she was pregnant with. They're both okay now though (my mum and my brother).
When I was 7 and I accidentally threw my 1-year-old brother at a door. His face was split and there was blood everywhere - I couldn't stop screaming.
Also, one time (when I was 10) I was eating sugary laces and I started choking in a room full of people. Like half of it was down my throat then the other half was hanging out of my mouth. A group of people (including adults) just stood there watching me doubled over coughing my lungs out. Then my gag reflex kicked in and everything went slow - people's voices were echoing and stuff. I was like "Oh <blank>... so, this is how I'm going to die. Sugary laces. Man, what a bummer." and then my friend turned round and was like "What the hell are you all doing!?! SHE'S CHOKING!" and sorta jumped on my back. I guess that knocked it out of me... I don't remember what happened after. All I remember that happened after was that I woke up in hospital with these things clipped to my fingers. I started panicking immediately - how would you feel if you woke up in an unknown region with things clipped to your fingers? These women came in and started telling me it was okay and called my parents in. They were telling my how I had lost too much oxygen or something when I had been choking - that's why I passed out. I probably wouldn't be here if my friend hadn't stepped up. I'm still friends with her since.
Yet another - I was running in this play area place (I was 10 - this was after the sugary laces) and my little finger got caught on netting. I only figured this out after I had kept running, dislocated it and broken it at the growth plate. The pain.. oh god, it was hell. I remember putting my hand up to my face and seeing my finger mangled.. I was so shocked. I swear, my mouth was in a perfect "O" shape. I let out one of my most "OH MY GOD I'M DYING HERE" screams and my friend (the one who saved me from the dreaded sugary laces) turns round and screams herself. I just scream "MY FINGER!!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!" and some mums just look round and give me a dirty look. I remember thinking to myself "Wow, what selfish cows," before running to my dad. I don't know how I could still run, but I did. He asks me what I'm screaming about and I manage to gasp out "My... finger..." and he just looks down and says "Oh." He then has to take my friend home.. about a 20 minute drive along a bumpy road.. every bump agonising on my finger. Then back home again. Then I get told to sit in the playroom and eat a sandwich while they decide what to do with me "Hm... I dunno... TAKE ME TO HOSPITAL MAYBE!?!" I recall screaming at them. And then they do. I get medicine to take the pain away. Doesn't work really. I remember sitting next to my mum and her saying "it's going to be alright." then her GRABBING my hand with my bad finger and SQUEEZING IT. I remember thinking "Oh. My god. Did she ACTUALLY JUST DO THAT?!" and I scream out, involuntarily, "WOMAN!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" and other people in the ward just stare at me. She lets go and I sort of shuffle to the next seat along to prevent it from happening again. Then I have a long 4 hour wait for them to see me. I overhear them saying "Is she a brave 10 year old?.." and thinking "Damn it. It's going to hurt isn't it." They call me into a room and try to stick a needle in the swelling which absolutely kills. So instead they give me Gas and Air to go with the local anaesthetic they put into my hand. This makes me look drunk apparently. I almost pass out from it. Let me describe what it's like having it. Well, everything's normal for a few puffs of it, then your breathing sort of controls itself and your body takes over. It tastes sweet. Your vision gets blurrier and lags like in Minecraft. You turn and it has to catch up. Sound echoes and you sort of go into a dream world - you make up what's happening when something else is actually happening. I was getting my finger pulled back into place but in my mind I was watching a doctor program on T.V. I remember looking at a nurse and thinking "Why is she watching T.V with us?". Anyway, this has gone on for too long Basically, I had to wear a splint for 2 weeks before I could move it again, I couldn't write etc. All better now though! Although I can move it weirdly now o-o
So yeah, those are my stories. GG is you actually read all of this wall of writing.
EDIT: This could've been an essay... all of the stories are around 900 words o-o
