Insanity

The "Lucky Strike"

     The blood was dripping everywhere. It was so annoying. I knew that I had to clean it sooner or later. This has only happened one other time, right in front of my mother. I haven't seen her more scared in my entire life. I was only 8, I was making something for my mom, it was like a card or something. But it happened. My vision went blurry and I stabbed myself with the scissors. I had to go to the emergency room. It hurt like hell. The doctors told me I was lucky, a one in a million shot. It barely missed my nerve and avoided a couple of veins. They told me it would hurt even worse if I did strike it. I didn't consider it lucky though, the stitches hurt even worse. I started to clean all the blood. I also washed the knife. I kept thinking to myself, "How am I going to explain this to mom?" That's the only question that kept echoing through my mind. My disturbed mind. I hear the door squeak open. It was dad. "Why are you home so early!? " I felt like I was on a game show, he kept shooting question after question to me. I finally had to confess about what happened at school, and the large gash in my hand. It took about 30 minutes, but the truth came out. My dad couldn't believe what he just heard. He looked at me like I was coo coo for Cocoa Puffs. "This has to be a joke, right?" He asked in disbelief. "This isn't a joke you could ask anyone that went to school today." I sternly said. My dad thought I was just faking sickness to try to get out of school. I have done that once, or twice. "Dad, I don't know why Mrs.sally did that, she had an amazing life for all we know. She always had a story to tell us, a happily ever after story. But not this time, she left us a death note." My dad shook his head in disbelief but he knew I was actually right. I want to stop thinking about this, but I can't.