Trial #9 {Challenge Accepted}

Day 13

Think of the worst pain you've ever felt. Now give your protagonist a papercut and over-exaggerate the pain using your own descriptions.

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For a second, I barely noticed anything.

In the next few seconds, all I felt was an explosion of pain. Blood flowed freely out of the wound like a cherry blossom tree flowering in spring.

I let out a scream as I realized what had just happened, inwardly cursing every single inanimate object around me, even though I knew very well that they weren't responsible for this. In a few seconds, that turned into loud, verbal curses, at the dining table, at the lamp that was above me, at the telephone that won't let me call my parents who were currently outside, the idiotic band-aid box which always liked to play hide and seek when I needed it the most.

After a few minutes, I managed to lower down my pain to an extent and called my parents. As soon as one of them picked up, I broke down into sobs again, barely managing to tell her to come home as soon as possible.

In the absence of the band-aid box, I made a makeshift band-aid of my own, by wrapping a couple of tissue papers around the wound with some duct tape.

“What's wrong?” my darling brother asked me with a small smirk on his face, in spite of knowing what had happened.

“You idiot! You know what happened!” I screamed at him, before wincing as a new wave of pain went through the freshly formed wound.

I heard urgent knocking at the door. Thank God, Mom and Dad were here.

“What are you doing here? Go open that door!” I tell the only other occupant of the room, gritting my teeth to ease the pain.

He ran to the door and quickly opened it to let Mom in, who ran straight to the bedroom, where I was.

“Mom!” I wailed, as she came in.

“Sweetie, are you alright? What's wrong?” she asked me, giving me a kiss on the forehead, while being in hysterics herself.

“I got a papercut, Mom!”

She stopped herself from giving me a hug.”What did you say?”

“A paper cut!” I cried, showing her the cut on my index finger.

She got up and left the room.

“No, don't leave me alone, I'm going to DIIEEEEE!”

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My worst pain ever, huh?

I don't know if this is going to need a trigger warning, but in any case, I'm giving you a warning. Because I tend to get triggered by hearing about graphic descriptions of injuries.

It was the first day of summer vacation in eighth grade. Me and my brothers were having the time of our lives, since both of our parents were at work.

By about afternoon, I was running around the house to finish up all the chores they had given me to do (you know how this feels). At one point, I had to hang some clothes in our balcony to dry.

Meanwhile, my youngest brother decided that this was the best time to take off the doors of one of our cupboards and place it near the entrance to the balcony, with nails sticking out of it.

I got inside from the balcony and as my eyes adjusted to the light inside, I had taken my next step.

Onto the wooden door with four nails sticking out of it.

I don't think I need to explain what happened next.

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Honestly, I was laughing throughout as I wrote this prompt. I enjoyed writing it so much, that my mood is set for the day.

Love y'all!
Deena.