So, I know, this isn't what I normally write. However, just a bit ago, my mom had me get something from the basement. The carpet is slick. So were my socks. I was walking, and slipped.
Down five steps.
Onto wood.
I couldn't breath. It hurt a ton.
Eventually, I was able to call my mom over. My back hurt. My head hurt. I could barely breath. It hurt so much.
Right now, I'm sitting in my room, drinking room temperature water, because it HURTS. I've got a horrible headache, and my back feels horrible, and hurts whenever I take too deep a breath.
But the worst part? Nobody really cared. My mom just sent me on my way once she realized I didn't have any broken bones, and my sister? SHE WAS 20 FEET AWAY FROM ME! THERE WASN'T EVEN A WALL! SHE COULD HEAR ME FALL! and she didn't do anything.
So I'm writing this. I'm going to take my horrible moods out on characters. Let's go!
