hole in my head





i remember i was planning on getting some kind of haircut, and i was on my school bus going back to home.

some dumb bitch i never knew started talking to me, and was trying to convince me to crack a hole in my head. i guess, it was a fashion thing.

i was told the hole could heal and grow back, and its not as scary as it seems. i noticed everyone had a hole in their head, when i looked around the bus.



turns out... i was an even dumber bitch!



so as you do, i grabbed some hammer out of nowhere, and said fuck it, why not. i closed my eyes and struck myself in the back area of my head.

and yup, it cracked open, just like that. although... it felt too realistic. i slowly rubbed my fingers all around the surface of my scalp to feel

where the hole is, and how big it is. i could feel the fragmented shards of skull on the rim of the hole, poking at my fingers.

and if i went deep in enough, i could feel my throbbing, warm, slimey brain.



my panicking started to set in immediately. "what if something fell inside of my hole?" "what if i get an infection?"

i got a towel quickly, and wrapped it around my head, in hopes of creating a barrier between my exposed brain, and the real world.

the bus finally dropped me off near home, and my sisters were waiting for me. and considering my luck, of course it started raining.

i could feel every rain droplet soak through the towel, drip, then penetrate my brain. however, telling my sisters about this, expecting empathy and help,

they just shrugged it off, and we continued to walk. eventually, i couldn't handle it, knowing it "growing back" was probably a lie.

so i just started crying in misery. and thats all she wrote.