When I was younger I loved to bike. Whenever I had the chance I would hop on my bike and I would go for a ride and enjoy the weather. And since it was a beautiful day in Allentown, Pennsylvania, I did what was natural and I went for a bike ride. But today, for some reason, I was overly confident with my biking abilities and I decided to do something more extreme. And today was such a beautiful day that I couldn’t resist biking, you only get so many great bike rides like this.
“Don’t do anything special”, my dad said, as I completely erased that thought from my head.
I exited the front door, “Boom!” and I was hit with a blast of sunlight. I said to myself, this is going to be a great bike ride.
I put down my bike and I hopped …show more content…
My forearm was broken and bent to the left, my elbow looked weird, and my wrist looked like scramble eggs from the outside. My arm looked like a snake squashed and distorted under someone's foot. It was bad! At first I was in shock to see what just happened, but the pain came anyway, in a huge explosion.
“Aaaah, HELP, anybody, I just broke my wrist please help!”
“Somebody please call 911!”
I kept on calling and calling, but nobody came to my aid. I realized that I was alone, and that nobody was going to help. I had to calm down and stop panicking. But that didn’t happen. But even in this world of panic that I was in, I still thought of a plan. The plan was to walk to one of my neighbor’s doors and ask them to call 911. My plan was to go through this dreaded world of pain, but what was the point. In the end, it all leads to nothing. I knew that nobody was going to help me, and that I was alone, pulling myself through this horrible world.
I stood and, “Aaaah!”
What!, why can’t I stand up?
I realized that I couldn’t stand up because my bones were disgustingly out of place. Gravity was pulling the bones down out of place, so that meant I couldn’t stand up. That meant I couldn't walk. So I had to crawl on the rocky, and hard pavement to ask somebody to call 911. My situation was just getting worse and …show more content…
The arm that worked was pulling my whole body slowly, pulling it slowly, one pull after the other. This is what kept me going. But the other arm, it was halting my progress, It was basically eating me alive from the inside