Spoken Words

Blood and Blood

I couldn't move, I was too soar to even think about yelling for help. I couldn't see, I was completely blind folded and handcuffed. Tears ran down my face and scoped into my mouth. Then I realized that it was blood. There were no tears, just blood and even more blood.I kept talking to myself, trying to figure what I could have ever done to deserve such treatment from my so called "friends". I heard announcements on the loud speaker, restating my name and telling the said name to report to the office immediately. A couple hours passed by until a janitor finally found me all curled up into a ball with blood littering the bathroom floors. "Hey uh Lindsey, I think I found em!" I heard my Principals high heals click and stutter across the floor, she gasped. "Oh Jax!" She whispered in shock. "Jax. Jax." she kept restating. Then I totally blacked out, but I never forgot how much pain I went through. I woke up several hours later in a room at the E.R. My foot was hanging up in the air on bandages and my head was completely throbbing. I turned my eyes to discover blood in a bag being sucked in through a tube to my body. I couldn't do ANYTHING at all. I couldn't move my head, I couldn't move my body, I couldn't even speak or breathe. I had and oxygen mask over my nose and mouth, as I exhaled my breath, it fogged up the clear plastic mask. I felt a vibration in my head, my brain, it felt like someone took a screwdriver and was drilling it into my precious brain. I remember crying in pain, I remember me holding on to the doctors jackets and clothes to try and ease out the pain. I kept squeezing all the jackets until they were extremely wrinkled. When my surgery was over I had to recover for about 3-5 hours depending on how well I was doing. I remember taking those first steps out the door and saw my two "friends" I never thought of them as friends anymore. They were complete monsters. One quick glimpse at me and they put their heads back down. I could tell they weren't guilty for anything that they have done. They were just acting, faking it. After I recovered, they continued to bully me and they became great friends with a couple of gang members who would bully me as well. I didn't know what to do with my life. I was a complete loner. The only ones who actually "cared" for me were my "parents" I lived in a foster home at the time so they had to care for other kids too. Besides that, I had no friends, I had no life. No one looked out for me anymore. I was no longer that colorful boy that I used to be.