i woke up that day and it was as normal as ever;kids rushing around, looking for there socks
and shoes before they run out the door to school. i tied my shoes, cuffed my pants, and
straightened out my shirt. the music was blaring as i threw my guitar on my back, i
took one last glance at the digital numbers blinking in the corner of my room, and then
with my skate in hand, i toss myself into the concrete maze like a rat in some
sick science experiment to find the prize at the end.
but before i reach the prize, i see the leafs quiver goodbyes as they wander through
the breeezy air, in the water i see the sun sparkle a smile at me.
as nature tries to mislead me from the fact that im a just a damn rat in a maze
searching for to where my supposed happiness awaits. then i leave this chapter
of the day as quickly as i fled the last.my prize just another five years of life in a maze.
where hundreds come to crack open their craniums and let the knowledge pour into there skulls.
the school is where i had dragged myself that morning, my first period passed
and the second bell had just rang.
i was late so i scurried off to woodwork not knowing
that a horrid tradegy was about to ensue me. the teacher gave his instructions and work
began. i started working on the drill press. (which i think i should of never touched that day).
i went and retreived a drilll bit and a chuck key from the cabinet and eagerly began to insert
the drill bit. i repetitively failed at putting in the drill piece in straight.time passed and i was still unable
to place it staight, then in the far corner the boy snarled at the mechanical deviceas if it was the
machines fault it wasn't working. frustration clogs my mind as i become more focused on the drill
and less focused on where i'm placing my hands. the deeper in time i work the more i see red, right in till
the clicking from the button from off to on.
thats when it happened:all the sounds of terror, the flesh on my
fingers splitting open. the sheer power and stress the machine put on my finger snapped it like a glow stick
and instead of green it glowed a dark red. blood spurted out of my finger like a geyser. a trail of blood
leads the way around the room like a map of where i have been and where i stand. through blood-stained
fingers and raw white meat i bear witness to my inner structure that pierces though my morbid hand.
i take a closer look at my fingers and i notice that i only have four out of five finger nails left. my pinkie nail
had been ripped clean off, and my ring finger had a missing piece of skin. a coat of warmth covers my hand and a part of my arm.
i was rushed to the hospital with scraps of me still back at the workshop with my shocked and disgusted classmates.
at the hospital, they started piecing my hand together like some kind of sewing project, pulling on it and flippin it.
they then wrapped what was left of my hand. i lay on the medical bed and every few seconds my hand shudders from the
severe stinging.
with white knuckles i clench the bed because the pain is so deep. it's like a thousand needles being jabbed in an open wound.
or like someone with pliers picking you up by your fingers and shaking you intill you cant bear no more.
the pain was excruciating; not even a life's worth of tears could make this pain go away.
my body twisted and contorted as it physically screamed, "please numb the nerves that sentence me to this torment"
the blood clots in my arteries and minuteslater they give me a shot of some black magic potion and half the pain surrenders
to the overruling chemicals and retreat.
there's nothing left to do but scratch away the dry blood that trails down the back of my hand. but that wasn't the case
the doctor approached and i thought that he was going to send me on my way with some miracle drug that relieves pain.
nope, i had to get an x-ray because he had some kind of speculation that my finger was broken.
i replied to him,"it's definitly broken, i watched and listened to it break and i would have showed him right then and there what
that god forsaken machine left on me, but i couldn't get the bandages off in time. so they x-rayed my finger and you wouldn't believe
what the little piece of film said it said"yup, you have yourself a broken finger," so they sent me an hour and a half away to prince george
hospital where i waited about twenty six hours just to get an hour long operation and also included in this prize package were two pins that were hammered
into my finger. which i must keep in place for approximately 6-8 weeks. from all this, there were only three benefits that i received: i had someone to write for me in every class
i missed a day anda half of school, and for my final benefit from my blood gushing, bone crunching, flesh removing accident was that i had a good reason not to go back to
woodwork class ever again.
