My Autobiography - creative writing.
As the hospital doors slammed shut the horrific smell of unwashed bodies came over me, almost making me choke in disgust. I was being cut off from the beautiful fresh air that I was born to live in. It was rather humid and I was finding it increasingly difficult to suck the oxygen into my body. The walls, the ceiling and the floor were all the same dull color. My hospital room was small; there was a window which was rather small. Rain was on the window pane I could only take two large strides before I reached the other side of this stinking cage. I could not even stand on my tiptoes or else I would bump my head on the ceiling. I looked up at the wall and saw it was nine o'clock, I was lying down on my leather bed, which was warm, and someone had already been here. I looked out the window and saw plants in the hospital garden which were brown, they looked scary against the prison walls, and they just hung, wilted, for no reason. A nurse then came too me and put me to sleep by using the hospital gas, which was uncomfortable by the way but I wasn’t going to say anything I was already in enough trouble with my mum already and I differently didn’t want to make the situation any worse so I just sat waiting for the gas too take affect and put me too sleep. I've never felt this way before, sad and glum. Then it hit me what the fuck was I doing here!? If only I wasn’t that stupid enough to go bike riding and trust Paul, who Paul do you ask? Well let me tell you the whole story from the begging.
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It all happened when I was about eleven years old, a few days after my birthday on a sunny Saturday morning. My friend Paul knocks at my house he said get your bike so I ask my mum if I could take it out, bad decision. So I went out, about four hours later Paul decides he wants to tease me so me being me couldn't ignore him and chased him on my bike. I was just about to catch him when I went over a curb. The bike and me flew up in the air and somersaulted, I landed headfirst on to concrete then the bike fell on top of me, I screamed in pain Paul turned round and looked in shock for a few seconds. After he realized what had happened he ran in to get his mum. We lived close so luckily my mum had some antibacterial wipes in her bag and put it on my knee to stop the bleeding. There where 2 nurses, 3 doctors and my mum all crowded round me, putting cushions under my head and covering me up with a blanket. Then I was helped on to the bed. I got asked a few more questions and then a nurse came to start sorting out my cuts. She cleaned them all with warm water to wash away the blood. There where 2 cuts on my knee. The doctor said that I would have to have some x-rays to check that there was not any glass stick in me. Luckily there wasn't so I was sent back to the room. The nurse asked whether I would prefer actual stitches or butterfly stitches. I chose butterfly because I was scared of the needle they used for stitches! So they wrapped me up and said I could go home.
I woke up to the bright luminous hospital lights that shone down onto my face. As I laid there waiting too see what they were going to do to me. I kept thinking about those Frankenstein films and those movies that me and family always used too watch where you always had that doctor who always kept making jokes that weren’t funny and kept shaking whenever he held the needle in his hand. As I looked down too see where my shoes had gone one doctor and three nurses walked in together and surround.
that I was laid on my back. There where 2 nurses, 3 doctors and my mum all crowded round me, putting cushions under my head and covering me up with a blanket. Then I was helped on to the bed. I got asked a few more questions and then a nurse came to start sorting out my cuts. She cleaned them all with warm water to wash away the blood. There where cuts on my side, my back, my arms and my hands but luckily none came anywhere near my neck or my face. The doctor said that I would have to have some x-rays to check that there was not any glass stick in me. Luckily there wasn't so I was sent back to the room. The nurse asked whether I would prefer actual stitches or butterfly stitches. I chose butterfly because I was scared of the needle they use for stitches! So they wrapped me up and said I could go home. I walked back out from the little room I had been in for about 3 hours and saw that Chris was still waiting for me. And that my dad who had arrived was talking to him! This was a great shock because Chris and dad never used to get on but since that day they get on fine! Me, Chris and Mum went home in her car and my dad took his to go and get some tea. When we got home my Nan and Grandpa where there. They had covered the back door with cardboard and made a pot of tea for us! After we had been back for about twenty minutes there was a knock at the door. It was my friends Luke and Sean. They had phoned when we had been at the hospital and my Nan had told them what had happened so they had come to check I was ok. The four of us spent the rest of the evening in the lounge talking and watching television. I couldn't sit up straight because the cuts went all the way down my left side, so I had to lay on Chris all night! If only there hadn't been a power cut! ...
When we went home my mum said I was clumsy and that I should be more careful next time, I said to her "it's mended now", but she didn’t pay any attention and carried on washing the plates.