The shock is so incredible I don't feel the injury, simply the warm blood erupting down my leg inside my chime bottoms. As he stands encouraging me to come at him, prepared to cut me once more, our mom shoves him to the side to get between us, allowing me the opportunity to dash behind her and out the entryway, and run down the road. At the point when I pause and pull up the leg of my pants, there's blood spraying from a rough two-inch twisted mostly down my shin, corresponding deep down. My Converse high tops are demolished, however, I'm fortunate the serrated cutting edge has cut along instead of across the strands of muscle, without cutting off any supply routes or ligaments. I limp a couple of hundred yards to my companion Andy's home and tell his mom Eve some unfortunate lie about get
