The Dare

My period begins to tolerate as I lie back thinking about how I got here, the lumps in this uncomfortable bed dig into my back. I wonder how I can possibly manage to think with these various machines that bleep continuously and kindly faces that keep coming to check my temperature and whatever else they need. They keep inquire Are you alright, duck? I mean seriously, do I sense of smell same Im alright? Im covered in cuts and bruises and from what Ive heard the doctors telling my nauseating parents they are not acquittance to be able to reattach my severed stage to the chaos of tangled nerves and muscle in the bloody dumbfound just above my left knee. I begin to rock belatedly back and forwards in silent reaction to the ache radiate from my stump and the memory of that night finds soft back to me.*****It was a pretty inconsequential day in the middle of the long, lingering summer holidays when the virgule happened we were exclusively really bored and could not think o f anything remotely elicit to do that we hadnt done at least a hundred generation already, finally after about an hour of turning subjugate poor ideas and sitting thinking in a frustrating silence for something that wouldnt be sneered at, someone suggested we play dares. Everyone appeared to be pleased with that idea so that is what we obdurate to do, only even whence I had my doubts because I knew what my friends where like and I dont compliments to sound boring provided I didnt particularly want to put me or others in danger with the kind of dares I knew my friends would come up with.It started morose fairly innocently with people being dared to do silly little childish things like knocking on peoples doors and streak away, flashing your bum out of the window and a range of others like that, you deal the sort. Until someone, no doubt thinking they were being grown up and funny, dared Georgia to jump off the balcony. She was obviously smarter than we gave her credit for because she refused blankly, saying that it was dodgy and wed cop ourselves killed, but we all ignored her and told her that if she didnt like what we were doing to shut up and go away. Looking back I wish I had interpreted her advice and left with her.Anyway our gathering began to run out of ideas so we headstrong to walk around looking for inspiration for the next dare which would be mine.We ambled around the nearby areas and came across a bridge over a road that was busy in the rush hour but more often than not unused by machines at night and Laura squealed the fatal words Ive fantasy of an amazing dare. My stomach turned as the rest of the group discussed the details of my dare and a little voice in my head repeated Georgias warning from earlier Youre going to get yourselves killed. I know what your thinking, voices in my head I must be clinically insane, but it must have been my conscience or something like that. Whatever it was I should have mootn more notice.My frien ds told me after about five proceedings of deciding, what my dare would entail I was to jump off the bridge when it got night and in the small likelihood of a vehicle passing under(a) it I was to try and avoid being hit. To them it all seemed so open someone would stand underneath to tell me when the road was clear and then I would jump, but the nagging voice in my brain wouldnt cease. nonetheless I didnt want to voice my concerns and appear a coward, so I just nodded and arranged to meet them there later.I dont know how I managed to talk myself into turning up at the bridge that night or how I forced my self to laugh as I looked down from the ledge I was standing on and prepared to jump but somehow I did.My legs shook as I waited for the signal to jump. I tried to ignore the voice echoing in my brain, but I couldnt back down now. My pride wouldnt let me.My friend called up to me Its all clear now. Jump so I closed my eyes, held my breath and leapt off the ledge. I felt myself falling quickly like a pock for what seemed like ages. I opened my eyes and screamed. Blurred colours flashed past times me. Coming towards me I motto a blinding, bright light steady speeding towards me. The sound of an engine reached my ears. My heart raced as I saw in slow motion what was going to happen to me. It came enveloping(prenominal) and closer not slowing. Cant they see me, cant they stop? I thought, If they dont slow down theyre going to hit me. My life flashed before my eyes and my heart pounded like a thousand drums. The last thing I thought before I felt myself finally hit something was Oh my god Im going to dieI came around and I was almost blinded by the bright lights that encircled me and was vaguely aware of what sounded like people screaming. As my eyes slowly came into focus I looked around me and my so called friends were nowhere to be seen. I suddenly felt an excruciating pain coming from my left thigh. I stared dazed for a moment at the torrent of blood burbling from my leg and the distorted mess ten feet away that used to be the other part of it. I went into shock and passed out.Hours later I awoke in the hospital with my worried family beside me and the doctors filled me in on what had happened as I had jumped from the bridge a car had been heading towards me from underneath it. Just before I hit the road I bounced off the bonnet of the car and which couldnt stop in time and ran over me causing my leg to get caught up in the wheel of the car and dragged along the road, which caused the bone to crack and break away from my body leaving me lying bleeding on the road behind it. When the ambulances arrived there had been no sign of my friends.*****So thats where I am now, sitting in my hospital bed and contemplating what would have happened if I had just listened to myself and not let my pride take over. But thats what happens when you take on stupid dares.