Snow Man

Chapter 5 - pain

There is a bit of swearing..... Get over yourselves!

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With Annie as comfortable as could manage next to the fire, the cotton shirt turning from white to dark red around her small head, I turned away to assess myself.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pain around my body.

I closed in on three main points, where the pain was barely even bare able.

I opened my eyes and began to check the most painful parts.

My foot was first.

I pressed on my boot lightly not wanting to take my boots off because of the cold.

The pain was agonising.

Worse than it being run over by a truck when I was ten.

It was if someone was pulling it away from my body, leaving the rest of my leg behind.

Words just couldn't describe they way it felt.

I let go with a sigh of relief. It was tolerable when I wasn't pressing against it. It was broken I realised.

'shit' was my exact word.

It would set me back, it would control my speed towards safety.

I'm pretty sure I felt my wife roll over in her grave. She hated when I swore in front of our daughter.

I turned

back to Annie. She looked so pale with the blood stains along her head.

I blinked back more tears that were threatening to over flow down my cheeks.

I had to move fast.

I turned around fast and went to the second spot on my body.

My knee.

I lifted my pants leg up quickly, so the cold wouldn't hit my direct skin for long.

I felt it instantly. It was like every cold day I have ever had multiplied by ten. I lifted my pants leg up over my knee to see the damage. I saw a giant black bruise the size of my fist on the tip of the bone.

I felt ashamed. I thought it was going to be serious. But I felt pain to a bruise.

I thought of myself in disgust. My daughter is over there bleeding and I'm complaining about a bruise.

Pathetic!

I quickly moved on.

One last painful injury.

My shoulder.

Im not sure what I did to it. But every time I moved it or carried Annie, it would just scream.

I moved my hand down my shoulders. Starting at my neck and working my way down slowly.

I first thought it would be a torn muscle or just me being a wimp.

But as I got to the joint that connects my arm to my shoulder, I thought a bit differently.

I hope Lauren will forgive me. But there is no other way to explain it.

It fucking hurt!

My shoulder was dislocated.

I swore over and over again. Having this has just a pain in my ass. With it dislocated I wouldn't be able to carry Annie, being able to use my arm at all has been a miracle. But putting it back, would hurt like a bitch.

But in the end I had to do it for Lauren and for Annie and for me. With my girls in my thoughts, I grabbed my shoulder, bit my lip, sucked in a deep breathe, and jerked my shoulder in.

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I heard an ear piercing scream.

I mentally cringed away from the sound. I hate it when people scream. It reminds me of the times I want to forget.

But you don't forget things like that.

It makes me think of the time before mum was killed.

I can still remember that night. The night I saw her being killed in our lounge room.

I was only ten.....

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For the people that do read this strange story (my friends don't count)....... Sorry bout the short chapies it's a hard story to write. I'm trying really hard to write them longer... Obviously not working. But it is going to get more interesting! I can pinky promise that!

But will she die?? Yes, no, maybe, unicorn???

And last thing..... No judging!