Page 25 - Digital Cornice Grade 9

I was woken up to the sharpest ache in my inner thigh- a stinging pain so unbearable that I
thought I was dying. I heard giggling, and my eyes immediately snapped open, scanning
around for the source of the sound.

There they were, my little troublemakers; sitting on the couch, each with one foot propped
against my left calf and oh! plunging the scissors inside my right thigh.

‘Aah’ I screamed loudly. Was it in pain? Or was it in horror? Both, I suppose; but it didn’t
matter at that moment. I felt something hot and thick ooze out of where the scissors had sliced
deep into my skin. I screamed along with the children as we saw blood - a deep red gushing
out intensely. Darkness started consuming my vision. I looked over, struggling to find my
phone to call my parents, but I couldn’t see it in the blur.

The doorbell rang. The children continued to scream, and I couldn't get up due to the pain that
was causing me to feel like a zombie. It was sheer chaos. My heart thundered in my chest.
“Was I dying here?” Everything faded in and out before I blacked out for good.

When I came around, the first thing I noticed was a bright white light and a fluorescent green

glow beside me. My vision cleared, slowly, and I realized I was laying in a hospital bed. There
were multiple wires and tubes stuck to my body, making me wince whenever any of them
poked me.

A nurse entered through the door. “Oh! You’re awake! Good, we were worried,” she
exclaimed with relief. I tried to nod as best I could. “You're lucky you didn't injure your
femoral artery. That would’ve been serious. We've managed to sew your puncture wound back
though.”

At that moment, the door of the room opened, revealing the children's parents, who began
apologizing profusely for their children's behavior. I smiled weakly and waved them off. As
the children walked into the room, one by one, they took turns hugging me and apologizing,
saying that they never meant to hurt me, and how much they missed me. They seemed
genuinely remorseful and concerned over what happened. My heart melted.

“It’s fine!” I said, patting their backs awkwardly. “As long as you promise not to try and kill
me again.”
The son began to smile. “Can’t promise that.” he replied cheekily.
I scowled at him. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

He only grinned in response.