I'm a Wounded Soldier!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Is it gonna hurt?" I asked as the scalpel blade drew closer and closer to my arm.

"Just a little TINY bit!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!" The doctor yelled madly as he stabbed me with the blade. I screamed for him to stop, but he kept on cutting deeper and deeper into my skin. I struggled to break free, but he had a strong hold on my arm which made it impossible for me to move. I could smell his horrible fishy breath as he leaned over my shocked and ridged body and I could almost hear his heart beating and the blood racing through his body with excitment. He was mad allright, mad like the chainsaw massacre murderer.

The pain was becoming unbearable, so excruciating that when I tried to yell out, my voice was constricted in my throat. What is he going to do with me? I thought as surges of pain went through my body. When is this murder going to end? I want to die...

"All done!" The doctor said cheerfully as he swabbed my arm of the last traces of blood. I looked down at my arm expecting to see a three inch scar running down my limb, but only finding three neat little stitches holding my wound together.

"See? That wasn't so bad after all! Only a little bit was cut out, it was just a small growth." The doctor said as he then placed a bandaid over my stitches.

"Not feeling queezy anymore, are you?"

"Oh no shes not. Alyce you wuss, told you it wouldn't hurt." Mum remarked as I jumped off the examining table.

Now I'm at home, cradling my bandaged arm as the anticeptic wears off. I think I may stay on the computer for awhile, as this only requires little movements of the fingers when I type on the keyboard or click the mouse. Hmmm...

"Muuuum! Can I have ice-cream? I'm wounded, remember?" Heeheehee...