Bloody Hands

Bloody Hands
By Ashley Manns

"Ashley, can you get the soccer ball for me please?" yelled my brother, Chris from outside.

I came outside from watching t.v. in my house."Where is it?" I asked. Chris took me off our white porch and pointed to the torn white and blue soccer ball on the car port.

"How in the world did you get it up there?" I yelped waiting for an answer.

"Well....I was playing with my friends and I kicked it up there."Chris said quietly avoiding my eyes.

I shook my head then I thought for a while on how to get it down then immediately jumped on my trash can I noticed that there were lots of metal parts that was very sharp that I could get hurt of but I figured I'm capable of not hurting myself when I stood on my green trash can.

"Hey, give me something long." I yelled to my brother. He ran and grabbed a long white pole from the inside of my house, and handed it to me. It was very slippery.

"OK, I got it." I exclaimed knocking the ball off the car port and onto the cold black road. The trash can wobbled back and forth, then tipped over."Ahhhh!" I screamed as I gripped the car port, just hanging there like a black bat.

My hands were burning I couldn't take the pain any longer. I dropped to the ground landing on my to feet. I looked at my hands I saw red as wine, cold, dripping blood.

"The metal." I remembered. My hands still burning. "Chris! Get me a towel!" I panicked, petrified.

"Why?" He asked confused. I forced myself to lift my hands. Then he stared blankly at me for a while and suddenly ran in the kitchen and brought me a small towel.

I wrapped my hands carefully as the blood seeped through making the white towel red. My brother was happy to get his soccer ball back I could tell because he ignored me and just played, I still had the piercing pain that stuck in my hands.

I looked at my bloody hands "This is really bad, I'll just tell mom and dad later not now it's not a good idea to show them ex-specially since my mom feels like she will pass out every time she See's any ones cold, red, blood. I'll just put my hands in my pockets for now and hope nobody notices it." I whispered to myself.

I realize now, I should have never got on the trash can and even telling myself that even when seeing the metals that I could hurt myself but I still did that. It was such a horrible idea. Now I have ugly scars all over my wrists and hands. After that, I will never listen to my brother to do something dangerous and never put myself in that position again!