They wouldn't stop the swing, but it needed to be stopped. They wouldn't let you off, so you did what any little kid would do... you jump. You couldn't bear the pain, and you couldn't call for help. Four weeks past before someone got it into their skull to take you to the E.R. A whole four weeks you were stuck, paralyzed by pain. A whole four weeks, you couldn't speak up and tell them to help. Your friends wouldn't even come near you, because of what happened. They eventually came back, but it was two months later. Two months your friends avoided you, because of your family and of course you didn't know enough words to describe your anger, and you still don't have enough words.
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Vague (A Story Of My Experiences)
Short StoryJust a few random things that have happened to me or in my life. They aren't in order though, but that's okay.
