- I'm downstairs fighting with my father. He never cares for me even before my mom died. I break his most expensive vase out of frustration and he gets a knife in his hand. I gasp,take my stuff and run out the door-
-I feel a small pain in my arm. I look at it and see a bullet went in and out- "Correction. I was shot."
-I look at his wound- It's just a graze. Sit down. -I pull out my ever present first aid kit. With cutters as friends you never know-
-I fall over as ice trips over me. I get kicked in the head- "Ouch!" -I sit up and rub my head- "Today isn't my day..."
"Oh sorry sal, i didnt see you there. I just ran and ran as far as i could." (My name is still Lindsay here )