The Joker
August 23rd, 2010, 06:55 AM
OK, so some of you know that my arm was broken. Here's the whole backstory towards that.
One day, my friend and I were sitting down at a table with this guy named Liam, we were doing a festival thingy for school. My friend's name is Michael. Michael and I like to mess around, so we were kinda bugging Liam, and we ended up coming up with a name for him that was very innappropriate name, let's just say it involved grandmas. I noticed right away that this upset Liam, so I stopped and told Michael to stop, which he didn't.
The next day, Liam sees both of us and comes up to us. He starts pushing both of us around. He is a good six inches taller than me. I push back, and repeat the name we came up with on the first day. Michael lays back, because he didn't want to get involved. This went on for about a week, Liam coming up to us and provoking us, and me insulting him back.
Then on the Friday of May Long weekend, that's when it all happened. During French that day, Liam came up to us and pushed us around more than usual. Later that day, during gym, the teachers decided the class should do an endurance run, which is basically a run around the block outside the school. I was kind of angry at Liam that day, so I was calling him names and such, and as soon as I passed him while running, he grabbed me in a headlock, put his legs in between mine, and threw me down to the ground. I landed right onto my left arm. Snap. My arm broke, both bones in it. I heard my arm break. It was very loud. Liam gets off of me, and I look at my arm. It's bent in a V shape. The only thing I can think of saying is "My arm! MY ARM!".
Other people notice, and call the ambulance. All the while, Liam is about 20 feet away, yelling "I warned you". A few teachers came by, after some students ran to get them. The ambulance came, and they were calming me down, put a blanket on me and everything. They got me inside the ambulance, and gave me a big dosage of laughing gas. Once I got to the hospital, they did an X-ray on me, and connected me to an IV drip. I knew it was bad when the staff were looking over the X-ray photo, and were going "Ouch!".
I had to be transferred to another hospital, because there were no surgeons who could work on my arm at the local hospital. Since they didn't know whether or not I was going in for surgery, they didn't allow me to eat until midnight.
A day later, the same thing, they didn't know when they were going to operate on me. I wasn't allowed to eat until midnight, once they figured out I wasn't going to be operated on that day. The hospital people were very nice, but it was hell in there. I was heavily drugged, and time stood still. I'd think that I had slept for hours, and find out that it had only been 5 minutes. It felt like I was stuck in the top half of an hourglass. I would be stuck in my bed, and I'd have to get people to help me up, and put wet towels under my back, to cool down my sweating back. I felt like a little bitch, that I had to have everything done for me.
They ended up operating on me, and that went well. I got out of the hospital a day after the operation, and I was put in a wheelchair to get to my car. I was given almost the maximum amount of drugs they were allowed to give me, so I was definitely drowsy. When I finally felt like using a computer, I logged onto Facebook, to see that Liam had messaged me "apologizing", but saying it was all my fault.
For the the next two weeks, it felt like words were just pouring out of my mouth without any thoughts in my head. I wasn't allowed to go to school for a month. When I got back, I found out all the rumours that went on about me, and that Liam had only been given a three day out of school suspension. This was on May long weekend, so he only had to go to school on Friday, which in our school program, is the easiest day by far.
Liam had talked to me several times, and he really creeped me out, because he was acting like he had done nothing. I also found out that he was VERY cocky about breaking my arm, and threatened one of my friends as well, just for being my friend. It really disturbed me. The next time an endurance run came, I decided to walk it (wasn't allowed to run yet, my arm hadn't healed enough). When we got to the spot where he had broken my arm, he said "Remember this place, Matt?". That upset me so, so much. I just ignored him and kept walking, trying not to freak out right there.
We ended up having to do something called Restorative Justice, which is basically used so that everyone involved can get their voice heard. His grandma was their as well. He had told her that we were insulting us as well, and the whole thing was used to paint Michael and I as the bad guys. I know that we did something bad, but they were almost acting as if he was a poor victim and we were horrible people, because he had been abused before and now lives with his grandma.
My arm still hasn't healed, and this problem is still very traumatic to me. Liam had nothing put on his record, and I got off with a lifelong problem. I now have pins and plates in my arm.
Now, pretty much all I think about is this whole traumatic event and I can't get it out of my head. I had NO fucking closure, at all. I have a scar to remind me everyday, and my father seems more supportive of Liam than me.
One day, my friend and I were sitting down at a table with this guy named Liam, we were doing a festival thingy for school. My friend's name is Michael. Michael and I like to mess around, so we were kinda bugging Liam, and we ended up coming up with a name for him that was very innappropriate name, let's just say it involved grandmas. I noticed right away that this upset Liam, so I stopped and told Michael to stop, which he didn't.
The next day, Liam sees both of us and comes up to us. He starts pushing both of us around. He is a good six inches taller than me. I push back, and repeat the name we came up with on the first day. Michael lays back, because he didn't want to get involved. This went on for about a week, Liam coming up to us and provoking us, and me insulting him back.
Then on the Friday of May Long weekend, that's when it all happened. During French that day, Liam came up to us and pushed us around more than usual. Later that day, during gym, the teachers decided the class should do an endurance run, which is basically a run around the block outside the school. I was kind of angry at Liam that day, so I was calling him names and such, and as soon as I passed him while running, he grabbed me in a headlock, put his legs in between mine, and threw me down to the ground. I landed right onto my left arm. Snap. My arm broke, both bones in it. I heard my arm break. It was very loud. Liam gets off of me, and I look at my arm. It's bent in a V shape. The only thing I can think of saying is "My arm! MY ARM!".
Other people notice, and call the ambulance. All the while, Liam is about 20 feet away, yelling "I warned you". A few teachers came by, after some students ran to get them. The ambulance came, and they were calming me down, put a blanket on me and everything. They got me inside the ambulance, and gave me a big dosage of laughing gas. Once I got to the hospital, they did an X-ray on me, and connected me to an IV drip. I knew it was bad when the staff were looking over the X-ray photo, and were going "Ouch!".
I had to be transferred to another hospital, because there were no surgeons who could work on my arm at the local hospital. Since they didn't know whether or not I was going in for surgery, they didn't allow me to eat until midnight.
A day later, the same thing, they didn't know when they were going to operate on me. I wasn't allowed to eat until midnight, once they figured out I wasn't going to be operated on that day. The hospital people were very nice, but it was hell in there. I was heavily drugged, and time stood still. I'd think that I had slept for hours, and find out that it had only been 5 minutes. It felt like I was stuck in the top half of an hourglass. I would be stuck in my bed, and I'd have to get people to help me up, and put wet towels under my back, to cool down my sweating back. I felt like a little bitch, that I had to have everything done for me.
They ended up operating on me, and that went well. I got out of the hospital a day after the operation, and I was put in a wheelchair to get to my car. I was given almost the maximum amount of drugs they were allowed to give me, so I was definitely drowsy. When I finally felt like using a computer, I logged onto Facebook, to see that Liam had messaged me "apologizing", but saying it was all my fault.
For the the next two weeks, it felt like words were just pouring out of my mouth without any thoughts in my head. I wasn't allowed to go to school for a month. When I got back, I found out all the rumours that went on about me, and that Liam had only been given a three day out of school suspension. This was on May long weekend, so he only had to go to school on Friday, which in our school program, is the easiest day by far.
Liam had talked to me several times, and he really creeped me out, because he was acting like he had done nothing. I also found out that he was VERY cocky about breaking my arm, and threatened one of my friends as well, just for being my friend. It really disturbed me. The next time an endurance run came, I decided to walk it (wasn't allowed to run yet, my arm hadn't healed enough). When we got to the spot where he had broken my arm, he said "Remember this place, Matt?". That upset me so, so much. I just ignored him and kept walking, trying not to freak out right there.
We ended up having to do something called Restorative Justice, which is basically used so that everyone involved can get their voice heard. His grandma was their as well. He had told her that we were insulting us as well, and the whole thing was used to paint Michael and I as the bad guys. I know that we did something bad, but they were almost acting as if he was a poor victim and we were horrible people, because he had been abused before and now lives with his grandma.
My arm still hasn't healed, and this problem is still very traumatic to me. Liam had nothing put on his record, and I got off with a lifelong problem. I now have pins and plates in my arm.
Now, pretty much all I think about is this whole traumatic event and I can't get it out of my head. I had NO fucking closure, at all. I have a scar to remind me everyday, and my father seems more supportive of Liam than me.