My eyes felt heavy as I try to sit up in my bed. It took all my energy just to breathe as I pry my swollen eyes open to face this cruel world I was born into. Oh, how I hate this world so much. But alas, it shall soon be perfect with my genius ideas and brilliant thoughts. I coughed hard all over my blanket. If it were any harder, I'm sure I would've spluttered out blood.
I force myself to stand (like the extremely strong individual I am) as I raise from the floor from which I rest upon every night. The dust making me sniffle aggressively. My eyes watered as I exit from the room I share with my stupid brother. Almost breaking the rickety door.
I walk into the dining room only to see my wasted mother passed out on the floor with multiple bottles of sweet chilli sauce surrounding her from the night before. You see, my mother is sadly addicted to sweet 'n spicy condiments. Getting completely wasted every single night, leaving me neglected and malnourished from her cruel abandonment. But I don't care, she soon will be punished for disrespecting a God like me. But that will come later.
Right now, I must rehearse for my finger dancing class I have this morning. I place my beautifully talented fingers on the table, stretching and preparing for my impressive choreography routine. Poppy and I are the most talented finger dancers in all of the world, our performances wowing the audience every time.
But a few seconds after I began, I feel a horrifying phenomenon build within me. It makes it's way closer to my nose like a demon trying to escape. Dread fills my entire body as I realise what it was. It was none other than...
A sneeze.
I panic, my eyes widening with horror. But I continue my dance routine flawlessly as I try to hold it back with all my might. At first, I thought I had succeeded. But when I least expected it, it came out in a wave of fury and malice. It jerks my head forward as it flows out all at once. I try to scream but it forced me to stay silent as it gushes out of my nose and mouth. My fingers collapse on the table as the force of my sneeze pinned it down. My precious digits snapped and broke, eliciting a loud cracking noise as it resonates from the walls of my empty house. I gasp as the pain surges throughout my entire body, tears well up in my eyes but I don't let them fall.
After a few seconds, the abuse of the sneeze finally ends. But the damage has been done. I look down at the aftermath of my fingers, bloody, broken and most importantly, unable to finger dance. I slam my other fist down onto the table as I mourn the loss of my dominant hand. Throwing my head back to let out a scream of anguish and sorrow.
I stand up slowly, there's nothing I can do but learn to cope with it. I whip out my Nokia flip phone and dial Poppy's number.
"Hey Rogue, are you ready for our finger dancing class this morning?" She asked, picking up after a few rings.
I sob uncontrollably as I stare down at my once beautiful fingers.
"You're going to have to go alone..." I say sadly, my voice shook as the words tumbled out of my mouth unevenly.
"W-why?" Poppy asks, confused and worried for her business partner. "What happened?"
"I-I-I..." I start. I took a deep breath. "I broke my fingers..."
"Huh?" Poppy gasps in confusion. "Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
I look behind me at my unconscious mother on the ground as I whispered into the phone.
"I'm too poor..." I say quietly. "My mother spent all our money on sweet 'n spicy chicken to feed her addiction..."
"But isn't health care in Australia free?" Poppy asks.
"That's how poor I am," I state, ashamed of my financial problems. "But don't worry, I have supplies to patch myself up. I am a trained doctor after all."
I pull out my 'Doc McStuffins Healthcare Kit™' as I whisper to myself.
"You're going to be okay..." I smile widely.
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I hang up on Poppy as I start testing out my blood pressure, strapping the equipment on. As the arrow doesn't move from its place, I sigh in satisfaction. Ahhhh, perfect. I picked out the needle, trying to inject myself with the magical healing potion. But the thicc needle wouldn't go in. I looked at the side of the box for instructions as it read "Suitable for Children ages 5 and under". Perhaps I've grown out of it. Oh well, I didn't need it that much anyway. Last but not least, I picked out the bandage with a heart-shaped mark on it. Placing the hard plastic onto my crippled fingers, attaching them together.
"All better!" I tell myself as I picked out a sticker and placed it on my forehead. Reaching into my kit and pulling out a very old lollipop.
"Hey mum," I call out to my half responsive sauced up mother. "I'm gonna go to the park for a bit to relax."
I wait for a few seconds before she lets out a gurgling groan. Rolling over so her back was facing me.
"I'll take that as a yes," I say as I stroll out of my house, heading over to my totally awesome vehicle.
