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Finger death punch
“Open it back up, open it open it please. Chelsea open the door!”
My eyes were shut. I was screaming like a saw a murder. I screamed for about five minutes. I had opened my eyes and realized again that my fingers were slammed in the car door of my aunt’s minivan. My cousin Chelsea was asking what happened she never realized my fingers were closed shut in the door. I thought they were severed off. I thought my fingers were sliced open. I was thinking about that if she ever opened the door you could see my bones. Finally almost eight minutes later she opened the door. My fingers had been flattened, flattened enough to look like paper.
“Oh my I’m so sorry Rudy I didn’t mean to. I never saw your fingers. I’m so sorry” Chelsea said.
“It’s okay you just didn’t see my fingers. I’m fine don’t worry. My fingers just sliced open that’s it” I said.
I tried making her feel bad so she could cry just as much as I was. My fingers were slammed in the door. They were sliced open and bleeding down my arm. I was in pan and I was crying I thought it would only be fair if she felt bad and started to cry too.
“Hold your other hand on your fingers, put pressure on the fingers it should make the bleeding stop” She said.
“There is no way I’m touching all this blood just to make it stop quicker!”
She rushed me back inside her house and she put a wet cloth on it. Chelsea suggested that we clean it out. I never knew she was talking about putting alcohol in my open sliced fingers. She went upstairs got cotton balls and alcohol and rubbed pressed it gently on my fingers.
“Are you kidding me Chelsea, that hurt worse than when you slammed my fingers! Take it off. Take it off now please!”
I didn’t think it would sting that much. I never thought it would hurt more than life. My fingers were obviously hurt from when she slammed them but as soon as the alcohol went into my fingers my hand was shaking, then my arm, then my body. The pain was so unreal. The pain I felt was just weakness leaving my body. From that day on I have had a huge fear of cars.

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