hen i awoke, it was darker and i was still in the same exact spot on the floor. The first try of getting up was a fail. I was completely and utterly weak from the loss of blood. The blood is mostly all dried onto my skin now. I finally stood up and gripped the table trying to maintain my balance. I start walking towards my bedroom in agony from the pain from the cuts. My bedroom which is the attic is so far away. I encountered my furious mother on my way to my room. As soon as she saw me she started yelling.
"WHY ARE YOU WALKING THROUGH THE HOUSE WITHOUT CLEANING UP FIRST! YOU GOT BLOOD EVERYWHERE! GO! GO CLEAN IT UP! NOWWW!"
I started back down the stairs in immediate pain. On the way down the stairs i had only traveled down two of the thirty stairs before she shoved me down the flight of stairs. I left out a yell in surprise but when i hit the stairs going down i had let out lots of screams of agony. To be completely honest, I was shocked. I hadn't realized what she was going to do before she did it but honestly i shouldn't be shocked. I attempted several times when i was getting up from the fall down the stairs. I limped my way to the restroom falling several times on my way. I got a wet rag and started cleaning myself up. As soon as i was clean, I went and tried to clean up all the mess in the floor and on the wall from my fall and lastly i went to the kitchen. It was the worst to clean, emotionally and physically.
Even though i was upset, i was not would i ever let her know that i was. Once i was completely done, i went to my room to tend to my wounds earlier all i had time to do was clean them. Now, i had time to wrap them up so they wouldn't get infected. I cringed every second i had to clean another one from the new started blood flow. There were so many cuts, and bruises. They must've kept cutting even after i passed out. I finally got all the ones i could wrapped up nice and tight. I started packing all my clothes leaving one set of black clothes of hand me downs out. I had everything set and ready to go.
A/n: i thought i would leave some people hanging today, sorry i know i
had doing it but you know it will keep you on the edge of your seats
till next time
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