When we go to the hospital they told me that my ankle was broken. The put me into surgery and a few hours later I was done. I had to get a cast like the usual. But had to get crutches. Thank god it wasn't a wheel chair. The next day I got to go home. We rested in the living room for a few days. After that I had a couple of doctors appointments. Other then that I was ok. I stayed home. I hated what happened. I had burns and cute and scars all over my face and body. But most of them would go away or turn into scars. I felt hideous. I was but I just felt it more than I knew. I hated it all.
