It was 1st or second grade and I was at my friends house. Her father was in the yard fixing a cabinet so we decided to venture into the basement. On one of the foundation beams was a lean lanky dog, chained down onto the support structure. It gnarled its lips at us and bore its fangs. My friend told me to touch the dog, but i thought she was crazy and that it wasn't as nice as she said it was. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the dogs teeny cranium and thats when all hell broke loose. That animal growled and barked and charged forward in a rabid fury that created tension on the chains which bound it to the beam. Suddenly there was a crack, for it seemed the beast had escaped from the chains in which it was bound and proceeded to chase after me. I cant remember much besides running, possibly screaming before my energy gave out and the creature lashed out at my small form. It hurt and I cried and my friends parents and my mom came down to restrain the dog and help me up, I hope that damn thing got put to sleep. Her father covered my face in a damp towel and hastily drove me to the hospital while my mom wondered where the damage was done, if I had lost an eye. My mother called my father, but I don't think he ever came. The doctor saw me, told me I was brave, that I needed stitches, then came the HUGE needle, that stung like a million hornet stings all centered to a central location, but it was the anesthetic. I took a glimpse of my face in the mirror and saw deep red slices in the skin, one for each claw, and parallel was the skin that had been severed, just dangling at the bottom like raw strips of bacon. They gave me 6-10 stitches? I stayed home for a month or two, my class sent me adorable get well card and i had this ridiculous olden icepack, with a pillow thing on the bottom and a screw on cap where you put ice on the top. My mom stayed home to take care of me and I love her for it. My face is fine now, thankfully I was small enough to grow out of it, but next to my right eye, If you look close enough you can still see a small discolored patch of skin near my eyelashes, that is all I have to remember the moment by. That...and my memories.
10 comments:
Wow. That's tough. I was chased by a pack of wild dogs before, but luckily they didn't bite me or anything. Did your friend apologize after the whole mess?
Is that a pic of your face? That must of hurt really badly!
And the astounding thing is that you moved on enough to get a dog!
damn. that is serious. I've been attacked by dogs before, not fun.
oh my god ally that is really bad. i hated dogs when i was younger and now i have a wheaten terrior and i really love her.
One of the signs of effective writing is the ability to make the reader experience the feelings and emotions of the writer or the narrator. This piece excels in this regard.
As long as we are all sharing, I was bitten on the leg by a bull mastiff when I was ten. I still have the parallel double pair of circular bite marks on my right leg. I didn't feel the bite, immediately, but I looked down and saw four separate trickles of blood.
Didn't stop me from owning dogs for most of my life, though.
Good on ya!
Lol, you're mad late gurl! ^^ I've seen it already and I loved it! That's for looking out for me.
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Eeshchhhhh! That was a horrible story and an even horrible pic. I'm giving you 4 points for giving me some real blood and gore. Nice writing too!
+4
You are a very gifted writer. I am not even joking I felt as if I was right next to you when I was reading this story. Nice work!
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