10/27- Injured

I remember the time I got the huge scar on my wrist.
Not a lot of people really notice it, but it's actually a pretty big scar. About and inch in length, and a have inch in with. Its in plain sight, but I'd actually be surprised if people noticed it more often.

It'd mean the creeper would be staring at my right handed wrist.

I was seven at the time, and although I'm actually a polite kid now [or at least I think I'm polite] I was close to a nightmare when I was younger. I was violent, got into fights, and although I didn't bully kids, I wasn't exactly nice to them.

So one day, I forgot what exactly I got angry about, but I acted like a complete brat, being sent to my room after upsetting my dad. Once I gotten into my room, I believe I spent quite some time fuming and stomping in circles. I was pretty P.O.ed

I looked out my window, watching as everyone continued to play, only making me even angrier. I literally circled my room for an hour or two pouting like most kids would. I would keep looking out the window, over and over again, watching everyone else. I suddenly was fed up, and in a childish fit of anger, I balled my right fish, and thew it at the window.

I actually dont really remember hearing it breaking, or feeling any pain. The fact is, I didn't cut myself when I broke the window, it was when I drew my hand back to myself that the skin in my wrist tore.

I just kinda stared at it like an idiot for a bit before I realized "Hey tard face! You're bleeding!" At that moment I started to rush for my door, but stopped right as I was going to leave. Even though I had this giant gash in my wrist, I was more worried about getting in trouble for leaving my room while I was grounded.

I yelled fantically for my mom, who was in the kitchen, and wouldn't hear me that easily. Luckally my older brother was in his room which was right next to mine. He hear my screaming through his CD player, and immediatly ran to me, and squeezing his hand around my wrist to stop the bleeding once he saw the injury. After he carried me bridal style down stares, and showing my mother, the nurse, who took further care of me before going to the hospital.

I even watched as the doctors dabbed iodine, gave a numbing shot, and stitched up the cut.