Summer

Poppy's P.O.V

It all started like a nightmare, like it was a dream, I could feel my arms dripping with blood. The party was fun, everyone was crazy but not to the extent of violence. Everyone tried getting out of the club, I tried to get you too, but I was pushed and I hit my back hard against the railings which made me land on the floor and with the number of people running, I'm sure they couldn't see me on the floor, it was dark, not their fault and if I shout or cry fro help, it would be no use... They kept kicking me, stepping on me while running and I was too weak to get up. Unfortunately, the last gun shot was directed to my arm, and with that, I went unconscious. How do I know? I woke up in the hospital with my parents besides me. My parents?? Oh gawd... I'm soo fucking grounded..

My mum told me not to go, but I won't listen and I did go..even though I snuck out of the house.. I love my mom, but I hate it when she tells me to not do something that I want to do.. I remember when she told me not to swim, I ended up doing that with my friends and I almost drowned.. Thanks to my friends and the life guard..  Now this time, she told me not to go out even though it was a Friday and Fridays are for parties...soo who doesn't do that?? I went with my friends but they left me and ran.. Everyone was on their own, they all forgot who came with who and suddenly, it became a place that is one man for himself... I won't blame my mum... I think she has a reason or I'm just a klutz... But all I know is the sooner I get better, the grounding starts and not from her only, but also from my dad... Soo its not going to be the summer I wanted...