Blood-Personal Narrative

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Blood was rushing down my arm as I felt the beast teeth sink into my skin, breaking deep past the surface. All I could think in my head was I’m dying, and at the age of four, that’s not something you want to think. A gentle breeze, that carried the sun, came floating in the windows, early on a Saturday morning in April 2005. The warm air filled the rooms, waking my brothers, Ben and Seth, along with my Dad and me. We left the house in a jiffy, eager to begin our day mushrooming hunting in the vast woods along the property line of our friends farm. It was an unsuccessful day, but we managed to fill one bag before we couldn’t listen to Seth’s constant nagging for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Since noon was approaching fast, and we…show more content…
We found huge slides, sandboxes, and swings. But, a huge egg that one of the famer’s ducks had recently laid, is what we chose to play with. The game lasted about four tosses, before I ended up covered in a clear-yellow goo, which left a gagging sent, that soap could not even get…show more content…
Blood began pouring down my arm before I even realized what was happening. Panic flooded me, and everyone around me. “DAD!!” is all I could manage to scream as I was being bitten by the biggest cat I had ever seen. Then, all of a sudden, SNAP! My arm broke on the blood covered chain link fence. Not to mention the cougar was still trying to inhale my arm. That was it -that was the end of my life, I just knew at that moment, but I at least had to try to do something. I swung my arm up in the air and pulled it back, but the cougar was too quick. It grabbed my thumb pulled my arm down, making the break even worse. “DAD!” I yelled out with more force, while praying my hardest for this nightmare to end, but it wasn’t. Not until they opened the beast cage. He dropped my arm, long enough for me to slide it out of the cage, but not fast enough for him to make it out. I was free. That is when it sunk in; I was gushing blooded and my arm was in so much pain I could barely see straight. After my arm was wrapped in a cool towel, my Dad rushed my family to the hospital, where my Mom met us, with a gasp of disbelief. “Holly, please tell me you are okay?” My Mom cried, attempting to hug me before realizing the entire towel was black with blood and I needed stiches
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