Ahhhhhhhhh!! I screamed when I saw the cutter full of red blood that looked like tomato sauce. Slowly feeling my chin with my fingertips all I saw was blood oozing out like a gushing stream.
I ran to my aunt. WHAT HAS HAPPEND?!? She exclaimed. We have to take you directly to the hospital. my heart was pounding fast I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the big hole in my chin I felt like fainting and dropping hard on the floor like a piece of dried log.. Finally, I got in the car with my aunt’s help, my legs were dragging behind me, my body was shaking vigorously I was having a panic attack. I was frightened because this is the only the first time I’ve been to the hospital. On our way we had to make a little stop to the hairdresser to get my mother. The second she came in I started, screaming that her I’m so scared! I don’t want to get any surgery! I want dad! Then she said that dad will meet us there. When I got to the hospital I had to go directly to the emergency room and then all my aunts, uncles, cousins, even my grandma came. Then when I overheard the word "stiches" I screamed
“STICHES!!!? I DON’T WANT TO HAVE STICHES=http://” Why me? I don’t want! I don’t want=http://! But I had to! End of story my mom said some other doctors came and held my head because I kept on shaking, panicked, and my mom tried to calm me down while massaging my feet. About an hour later the operation was almost done. They placed a new clean white cloth on my chin to stop blood from oozing out and I had to change it twice a day, I had two keep it for two months. No physical- education or running.
Still up till now! Whenever I see a cutter all the traumatic memories come back to me, scaring me! I learned my lesson that from now on I have to be very careful with sharp edged tools.