I am awoken from my thoughts from the sound of glass being dropped. I quickly sit up at the noise. I run to the kitchen to see Shadow running from shattered glass on the wooden floor.
I shake my head and smirk. "Oh Shadow," I say getting the broom.
As I am walking back to the scene I guess I didn't see a peice of glass, and I stepped right on it.
I scream like a girl, "Son of a bitch!" I fall to the ground as I lift my punctured foot. I land on a small pile of the shattered glass. I feel pain thoughout my whole back. I feel my eyes starting to water. "Aw fuck," I say sitting up. My back feels as though I fell from somewhere up high.
I look at my now bleeding foot and see a chunk of glass imbeded in my skin. Should I take it out?
I decide to take the glass out of my foot. The pain is far less the the feeling in my back.
I stick my fingers in, the pain getting worse, I grab the glass and pull. I place the glass on the floor beside me. My foot bleeds, I attempt to stop it by placing the palm of my hand on the wound. Good enough.
I remember my back and the pain comes back. I feel the blood dripping down my back. I think there are only a couple peices stuck. I reach the hand behind me, I can't get the glass. I might have to call 911.
I start feeling light headed. Oh shit, am I losing too much blood?
I grab my cell phone from my back pocket and dial 911.
I must have a lot of glass in my back because I feel myself falling over.
I see Shadow from my new position. I put the phone to my ear and say, "I fell on broken... glass... I... I can't get it out."
I state my adress and, the world becomes black.
I am left laying on the floor with my cat beside me and my back full of glass and blood.
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