Vignette – Creative Writing

Standing there all alone question what to do and what I could see. Looking down at all the sort reveales non even being able to see the soft green dumbbell below me. I looked out into the distance thinking to myself I wish I was in a plane flying every solar day then of a sudden my paranoid go interrupted my marvellous models. wherefore I thought to what is it now, what could you possibly want now, Get out of that fucking(a) tree Michael what have I told you about climbing that tree youll decide out and crack your head open one day oh that speak and rave again, I better climb down then in front she bites my head get rid of. I started to climb down the near tower of a tree, another plane flew past, so I looked up at the marvelous war bird an f-111 the thoughts were weighing up in my head shriek I thought, oh s frivol away as I cracked a branch and fell is this what it feels similar to fly as the sharp and course edges ripped the skin of my pegs.My thoughts were stope d with a hard and rather reliving thud as I hit ground, I then got up and thought stupid mother as ravines amounts of crying were relinquished from my look, thats why you dont climb trees said my understood as I slowly crawl up the hill.The long hair of my mother becomes to a greater extent visible every step I take but to my surprise my mothers face was not red with puffs of smoke but a sympathetic look was slapped all over her face as she says are u ok Michael, I didnt know what to do so I equitable walked inside with my condole with mother behind me holding my shoulder.As I went to go to my room my mother suddenly told me to go have a bath and my mind was thinking no water, no not on my cuts, no that will cause more rivers of tears to come gushing from my face, no I said no then my mum came over with some green looking liquified I said to my mum what is that, as the soft words of my mother said this will contribute the cuts get better.I thought yes a success no more pain for me to endure, so I quite graciously swung out my legs for my caring mother to attend to my wounds like a nurse attending to a patient. What the hell are you doing, cutting off my foot for as I realised my mother was pouring the liquid over my cuts, she said it susceptibility sting a bit, oh by god it was stinging it just snarl like she had dropped a cinder block on my leg.Finally the tears stoped and the pain stoped and I looked down at my leg and my mother was calm down pouring the acidic liquid over my leg and I thought yes the pains gone as I finally stopped balling my eyes out from my skull I asked my mum what was that thinking it was some magical liquid that could make any kid cry.She then replied to me that is alcohol it makes your leg better, yea right I thought as I jumped into the bath as quick as I could to wash it off before my leg was all burned off. Then as I emerged from the bath I stuck on some old clothes and thought to myself lets go mood that tree again the n I thought no I never want my mother to use that furious concrete combustion acid on my body ever again.Pondering what else can I do, then in the corner of my eye I spotted the easy in the corner of my eye, yes what a perfect idea as the sunshine started to retreat over the leg amputating trees, so I skipped onto the piano rear ad started tho produce my master piece.I didnt really like the long black keys I only hit the white ones on the edge of the piano so I stared to hack at the keys in some sort of order pleasing myself but that became pretty dumb so I pondered what I could do next I started rocking on my stool back and forth back and forth but suddenly there was no forth as I fell rearward into that flying feeling again.No no no I thought, piquancy as my mum hit me across the head then I thought here comes another lecture not to rock on the stool but then this pulse of pain stuck my thought out of my head ripping through the back of my head.I looked around at the floor r ed hmmm as I realised oh no mums tone ending to put that liquid on my head and burn my head off the thoughts came rushing out of my head in streams of water again.