My world was shaking.. Or maybe it was my body.
I used everything I had left to open my eyes which seemed to take hours.
My mother had hold of both of my shoulders and she looked mortified.
I brushed her away, though it felt as if my head had been dipped in a tub of goo. I reached my hand up to investigate, but my mom caught my hand and told me not to touch it.
“What’s going on now?” I whined.
She looked surprised, but answered,”Is everything alright? What happened while we were gone?”
My lips didn’t move, but words came out.
It probably sounded like someone trying to talk with their whole mouth numb.
I felt like an idiot, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t give a damn.
She repeated her question of what happened.
“I fell off the bed I guess,” I knew exactly what happened except for the whole ‘after hitting the floor’ part, but I wasn’t going to tell her.
She began to wrap my head in an ACE bandage as I looked over to see a puddle of blood.
“Would you like to invite William over for dinner tonight?”

I shivered.