The Story of My Life :P

Faulty Carpentry

Hey! So this one is about the time something sort of failed. Actually, it failed a lot, and it scared the fudge out of me. Um...yeah. Here goes...

Okay, so at the time I was about twelve. Maybe younger. I was in bed, trying to fall asleep. I had hit the hay at about nine, which was really late for me (I'm a morning person). For some reason, I couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned on my loft bed and prayed that I would fall asleep, but it just didn't happen (in case any of you don't know what a loft bed is, it's like a bunk-bed without the bottom bunk, so you can put stuff underneath it).  

My brother and I share a room. He came in a while before that at around ten. Taking after my dad, he was asleep in about thirty seconds. 

Okay, so I was in bed, completely awake but dying not to be, when I heard a little, itty-bitty crack. It was extremely faint at first. Then it happened again. And again. I got a little nervous because it sounded like wood was breaking.

"Hey, Spencer?" I whispered. My brother is a super-genius, and if anyone could tell me what the noise was, it would be him.

The cracking sound got a bit louder and a bit more frequent. Something was definitely breaking, and I was pretty sure it would not be very good.

"Spencer," I whispered louder. He moaned a bit, then continued snoring. 

It was getting louder. Now that I could hear it clearly, it sounded close.

"Spencer." I didn't whisper this time. He didn't open his eyes, but he mumbled something about going back to sleep.

The cracking was soon accompanied by a slight movement of my bed. That was the point where I decided I was in danger, and my brother had to get up.

"Spencer. Spencer, wake up." I said insistently. He didn't bother doing anything this time. He must have been sick of me pestering him.

I was getting really nervous now. What was going to happen? What was that noise?

"Spencer! Spence-"

A deafening crack cut me off. My bed started falling, leaving my guts about five feet above me.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed into the night.

There was this feeling as I fell, as though l was never going to stop. It was like I would continue forever into some dark, evil abyss. 

My bed landed on the desk below me with a loud thud. I could hear my brother and parents getting out of bed, my door was flung open and lights were flicked on. 

"I'm getting ice!" My mom yelled. I heard a few quick thumps, like my mom was heading downstairs. 

"No, mom!" I called. "I'm okay!"

I wasn't very sure about that, though. My heart was racing, my stomach was churning, and my skin was clammy. 

"What happened?" My dad asked.

"My bed fell." I stated. I didn't know why he asked that, because it was kind of hard to miss the mess of splintered wood that was once my bed. 

It was decided that I was okay, and the nails had splintered the wood in it's frame at the head. One end of the bed, the part where my feet usually went, was still attached to the nails. It was a lopsided disaster area. Pretty soon, everyone had declared it only a minor emergency. My family said that it could wait until morning. For once, I agreed with them. Now that my adrenaline had worn off, I was exhausted and ready for bed.

I had to sleep on the couch that night. :- /