One Of A Kind

Chapter two: Surgery

I wake up, on the floor of my room my dad lying next to me 'why arent i dead?' i think. i try to move but there is an immense pain in my back what happened?

Dads face is rather close to mine and i can smell alcohol in his breath, I see that I am lying on glass. Dad starts to move. He suddenly opens his eyes. There blood shot. He scrambles to his feet. "Oh Sammy I am so sorry."

"For what dad? What happened?" "I was drunk." He looks like he's about to cry "I was trying to get up and tripped I fell back and hit you with my bottle" he starts to cry. I hate when people cry.

I try to move again, and succeed to move a few centimeters. I see that I am lying in a pool of blood. "Dad you have to take me to hospital!" I hate the site of blood. "Sammy I can't take you to the hospital." "Why not!?" "I just can't!" He yell's back, I stop at that. Dad picks me up in his arms.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from screaming. He caries me down the hall way.

We make it to the kitchen. He lays me face down on the bench. And walks over to a cabinet. My head rest's to the left, I see my reflection on the oven. I'm as pale as a ghost.

I turn my head to the right. We're dad is looking though the cabinet. I see a hand gun fall out. He picks it up and shoves it back in the cabinet. 'What does he need a hand gun for?'

Suddenly dad get's up and walks over to me with a huge first aid box in his hands. On the front of it it says 'surgeons emergence first aid box'

'He is not going to do surgery on me is he?' He put's the box down, I freak out "no dad." "Sammy. It's the only way." I feel tears spring in my eyes "dad no!" My tears start pouring down my face. Tears of fear. I start to get up. "Sammy you need to hold still." I clench my teeth.

I make it to my feet, "Sammy stop don't move. Your pushing the glass closer to your spine!" I feel like vomiting. And so I do, i dry wretch for what feels like hours. After i'm done, it feels like I swallowed acid.

I try to walk away again. Dad grabs both my arms "stop." He's deadly serious. I struggle to get free of his grip. He pulls me back to the table. I scream "stop dad! stop!" He lays me back on the table face down.

We have a narrow, thin table. So dad takes his belt of and buckles it around the table and my waist. I can't get free.

"Dad!" I screech. Dad pulls out a needle. 'He is not going to stab my with that thing!' He holds my arm down with one of his hands. He positions the needle. I vomit again. And start to scream.

I feel the needle enter my skin. After a few second I feel him take it back out. I continue screaming until it feels like cats have scratched out my throat. I stop. Dad just stares down at me and I glare up at him. My eyes start to feel heavy.

Dad bends down and starts to take out medical tools. His head is so close to my foot. 'I am not going down without a fight.' I kick him in the head. His head shoots up he starts yelling but I can't hear him any more I let the darkness consume me.

but before I go under see someone watching us though our kitchen window with a devilish grin on his mouth.

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