Rotting Graves

Chapter Two: Koby's Point of View

                     June, 12, 2008

"Honey if you keep playing with those knives we bought you you're going to hurt yourself." My mom said to me as she saw me playing with my double bladed butterfly knife.
"Why would you buy me knives if you didn't want me to play with them? I'm being safe. It's okay." I reassured her.
"Okay, please be careful." She said.
"I will be!!!" I raised my voice.
She walked out of my bedroom.

I'm not going to lie. I own a lot of stuff. Some people would consider us,"Rich." We do have some money. My parents work hard for it. My mother is a Lawyer and my father is a judge. Me... Well I'm only 13 so you can imagine the jobs I don't have.

I continued to play with my butterfly knife. I had finally mastered how to work it after 2 months of practicing with a plastic one. I'm so glad I'm finally able to use a double bladed knife.  I even cut some raw chicken with it for dinner tonight!

I kept swinging it around and after a couple minutes of playing my middle finger on my left hand began to feel a little itchy. I looked down and it was bleeding. I slowly raised my eyebrows as I searched the room for something to wrap it in. It didn't even hurt.
I hit my head with my right hand as I thought to myself how my mom would feel about this. After all she did just warn me about hurting myself.

I walked out of my large bedroom and down the red hallway.
"MOM!" I yelled her name as the pain finally started getting to me.
"Mom!!!" I screamed.
"Yes honey?! What's wrong?!" She shouted as she ran towards me.
She saw my finger and her eyes became larger.
"Get into the car!" She said. She rushed to her bedroom and grabbed her keys while I got into our car.
I sat in the passenger seat.
I examined my cut on my middle finger. I took a closer look and realized that I could see my bone.
"You okay? Are you dizzy?!" My mother rushed into the car in her work clothing.
"It's starting to hurt. I'm not dizzy yet. But..." I said.
"But what?!" She asked while she backed out of the long driveway.
"I can see my bone." I answered.
She almost fainted right then and there.
"We have 45 minutes until we are at the hospital so put some pressure on your finger!" She said as she sped past our house.

When we finally got to the hospital I immediately noticed the crowed room. There were about 10 people waiting to be cared for.
The worst looking one was a man that had a gash in his eye ball. I tried not to make eye contact as we registered.
They instantly took me into a room.

"How did this happen?" The nurse asked me.
"I-" I started saying.
"He was being a stupid 13 year old and cut it with a knife." My mom interrupted me.
I sighed.
"Well. Was it clean?" The doctor said walking in the open door.
"It had raw chicken on it." I replied.
"KOBY WHAT?!" My mom yelled.
"I helped one of the maids cook and used my cool knife to cut the chicken!" I said calmly.
"Ohh, no." The doctor said quietly.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. Um, I will be right back." She said as she smiled and left the pink room.
I mean a few stitches won't hurt.