Kloverdesu
Magical Girl
Why did I not think? I just did. And the thing I 'just did' put me here. Sitting on a rock and clutching my arm and trying not to cry out. My bike was a twisted mess at the base of the hill. One wheel punctured, the other completely torn off. Everyone said I was impulsive, but this time, my impulsivity hurt me. I could already tell that I had broken my arm. I probed the scraped flesh and winced. God, I was an adult. 23 years old and I had no common sense. I got that bike yesterday. I stood up and bit my lip. Pain shot through my arm and I walked back up the hill, into my cul-de-sac, to my house. When I collapsed onto my bed, I let go of my arm. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and thought about calling someone. My friends, my boyfriend, 911. But I was ashamed. So I curled up and slept until I woke up from the pain.
