The Unbroken

The Whip

Half way through my journey home, and I’m limping again, the pain has intensified. My fashion choice for today made me glad, I wore my black skinny’s, no one can see the blood soaking through them. I finally reach home and hop up the stairs. Straight away i throw myself down on the couch and whip my jeans of. I pad into the kitchen, grab the antiseptic, cleaning pads and a dressing. As I sit back down I lay my leg out in front of me, and open the antiseptic. It smells so strong, it burns my nose! As I soak it onto the cleaning pad, I can already tell this is going to sting, so I grab a pillow and prepare to begin...

          As I start to wipe from the bottom to the top of the cut, I scream into the pillow. As I start to wipe all the blood away, I finally get an idea of how serious the cut is. Its deep, pretty deep! I could need stitches, but do I really want to go to the Healers? No, I mustn’t. I cleanse some more and then carefully place the dressing on, wrap a bandage around it, and reach for the pain killers. After the pain has reduced to a dull throb I go into our room and pull out a loose pair of sweat pants and a baggy top. After missing a day’s school I better at least try and catch up. So I pull out my HE books and study the next few pages...Instantly I’m bored of it...HE isn’t what I need for what I want to do, I don’t want to be a Healer..I know what I want and I’m determined to get it. I throw my HE book back into my bag and pull out my training book; this is something I’m interested in. When I was young, like everyone else in the Psych, you’re taken from your parents, but they can leave you presents. My presents where, a large training book about fitness, fighting and my speciality: The electrum whip. Obviously I was left an electrum whip, and one more thing, an anklet with my initials IHA, Isabelle Hope Adler.