WHAT A WEIRD WEEK IT HAS BEEN. HMMM WHERE TO START?

WELL, I GUESS I COULD START OFF WITH LAST MONDAY THE 26TH. I HAD GOTTEN UP EARLY, DID SOME CHORES BEFORE GETTING READY TO GO TO WORK. I DIDN'T FEEL TIRED OR ANYTHING. WOW, WHAT A CONCEPT. HAHA. ANYWAYS, JUST AS I AM SLICING A TOMATO FOR MY SALAD FOR LUNCH FOR WORK, THE DOORBELL RANG REPEATEDLY. MY INSTANT REACTION IS IT'S ONE OF THE KIDS FROM NEXT DOOR ASKING IF THEY CAN DO SOME YARD WORK FOR SOME CASH; WHICH THEY ALREADY MOWED THE LAWN THE DAY BEFORE. HMMMM. WELL I ANSWER THE DOOR, AND THE OLDER BOY FROM NEXT DOOR IS CRYING AND TELLING ME THAT HIS BROTHER HAD BEEN STABBED, AND HE'S BLEEDING BADLY. SO I RUN AFTER HIM TO GO TO HIS HOUSE NEXT DOOR.

IN THE MEANTIME GOING THROUGH MY HEAD AS I'M RUNNING IS: "DID THE KID GET STABBED BY A STRANGER, A FAMILY MEMBER OR FRIEND?" HOLY SHIT WHAT AM I GETTING MYSELF INTO. BY THE TIME I RUN INTO THEIR HOME, I ASKED WHERE HE WAS AND THE OLDER KID SAID HE WAS DOWNSTAIRS. I RAISED MY VOICE ASKING WHERE THE HELL WERE THEIR STAIRS SINCE I HAD NEVER BEEN OVER THERE BEFORE. I FINALLY SEE THE KID AT THE BASE OF THE STAIRS. THE HALLWAY WAS DARK AND I ABOUT FELL DOWN THE STAIRS SINCE IT WAS DARK, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON. THE OLDER KID SAID HE HAD ALREADY CALL 911 FOR AN AMBULANCE. I ASKED WHERE HIS MOM AND DAD WERE, HE SAID THEY'RE AT WORK. THEN I ASKED WHERE HIS GRAMPA WAS, HE SAID THAT HE WALKED TO THE STORE. (THE STORE IS 4 MILES ONE WAY AND 4 MILES BACK)

SO I GET TO THE KID AND WHEN I LOOKED AT HIM THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE. ALL OVER THE FLOOR, HIS SKIN, HIS BLANKETS. I ASKED WHERE HE WAS HURT AT, HE SAID HIS FOOT. I'M THINKING, "WHAT THE FUCK?!!" THE BROTHER SAID HE'D BEEN STABBED, SO I'M AUTOMATICALLY THINKING THAT HE'D BEEN STABBED LIKE IN THE CHEST/TORSO AREA OR THE BACK. NOPE.

I ASKED WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, AND THE KID, VICTOR, WHO WAS HURT SAID THAT THE YOUNGER BROTHER WAS TRYING TO POP HIS BALLOON AND THREW THE SCISSORS AT HIM. SO HE HAD HIS FOOT WRAPPED UP IN HIS COMFORTER, SO I TOLD HIM I NEED TO SEE HOW BAD. HE STOPPED CRYING FOR A BIT AND THEN SAID IT HURT REALLY BAD. SO I LOOKED TO MAKE SURE THAT THE CLOTH WASN'T SOAKED THROUGH WITH BLOOD BEFORE I PUT MY HANDS ON IT. I PULLED BACK THE CLOTH AND THERE WAS A HUGE MEATY GASH ON THE TOP OF HIS RIGHT FOOT. I COULD SEE TENDON AND MUSCLE. IT WAS DISTURBING. I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT. I COULDN'T BELIEVE THAT A PAIR OF SCISSORS DID THAT! IT LOOKED LIKE HE'D BEEN CHOPPED BY AN AXE.

I ASKED THE OLDER KID TO GET ME A TOWEL. ALL THE OTHER KIDS WERE RUNNING IN AND OUT OF THE HOUSE. I YELLED FOR HIM AND STILL HE DIDN'T COME. SO I TOLD VICTOR TO HOLD HIS FOOT TIGHT WITH PRESSURE. I RAN UPSTAIRS TO GO TO THEIR KITCHEN TO FIND A TOWEL. THEN THE OLDER KID CAME IN TO HELP, AND I ASKED WHERE TOWELS WERE HE SAID THEY WERE ALL DIRTY. SO I TOLD HIM TO FIND ME A TSHIRT.I WENT BACK DOWNSTAIRS TO VICTOR AND KEPT HIM TALKING. THEN AFTER ABOUT ANOTHER 5 MINUTES, A KNOCK AT THE DOOR, AND GUY SAID "SHERRIF OFFICER" I TOLD THE KID TO LET HIM IN. THE COP JUST STARED AT ME FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRS AND FINALLY I TOLD HIM THE BLEEDING KID WAS DOWN HERE. HE TOTALLY IGNORED ME. THEN ANOTHER OFFICER CAME. THEN ABOUT 3 MINUTES GO BY, AND I ASKED VICTOR IF HIS BROTHER CALLED THEIR DAD. THEN THE COP COMES DOWN AND ASKED ME HOW BAD IT IS. I TOLD HIM I'M JUST THE NEIGHBOR, AND I'M NOT A DOCTOR! W.T.F??!! SO FINALLY THE PARAMEDICS COME AND I HAVE TO TELL THEM I'M DOWNSTAIRS! DUH!

THEN ABOUT TWO MORE MEDICS COME. FINALLY I YELLED AND SAID THE BLEEDING KID IS DOWN HERE!! SO ONE COMES DOWN AND FINALLY LOOKS AT HIM. HE STARTS ASKING ME QUESTIONS LIKE IF HE'S ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING AND WHAT HIS DATE OF BIRTH IS. I TOLD HIM OVER AND OVER, I'M JUST THE NEIGHBOR! HOLY SHIT! THEY PROBABLY FIGURED THE KIDS ARE MEXICAN, AND HERE I AM A BROWN WOMAN, AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME I'M THEIR MOM! SO EVEN AFTER I TELL HIM I'M NOT THE MOM, HE STILL ASKED ME IF I WANTED THEM TO TRANSPORT HIM TO THE HOSPITAL! HOW FUCKING DENSE! THEN THE DAD FINALLY CAME.WHEW! I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE ANY DECISIONS IF THEY COULD BANDAGE HIS FOOT TEMPORARILY UNTIL A PARENT GOT THERE. NOT MY KID.

WELL I WALKED OUT OF THEIR HOUSE, AND I LOOKED AT MY WATCH, I WAS LATE TO WORK SO THEN I ALSO NOTICED THAT THE BIG ASS FIRETRUCK WAS BLOCKING MY DRIVEWAY, ALONG WITH THE TWO COP CARS, AND AMBULANCE.SO I CALLED MY BOSS TO TELL HER BRIEFLY THAT I'D BE OBVIOUSLY LATE AND WHY.

THE DAD TOOK VICTOR TO THE HOSPITAL. TWO DAYS LATER, THE DAD CAME OVER TO THANK ME, BUT I WAS AT WORK. MY HUBBY SAID THAT THE DAD WAS AT WORK, AND THEY HAD A TRAGEDY WHERE HIS EMPLOYEE FELL OFF A SCAFFOLD AND DIED, THEN GETS THE CALL FROM HIS OLDER SON ABOUT VICTOR. THAT GUY HAD A SHITTY MONDAY!

I'M MORE CONCERNED WITH WHY THE GRAMPA LEFT ALL THOSE KIDS ALONE WHILE HE WALKS 8 MILES TO AND FROM THE STORE UNSUPERVISED FOR A FEW HOURS! THOSE KIDS ARE SO ROWDY AND ACT LIKE THEY RUN THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD. SO YES, I DID CALL CPS TO LODGE A CONCERN. THOSE BOYS ARE ROWDY AND IT WAS A MATTER OF TIME FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. I DON'T KNOW IF ANYTHING WILL COME OF IT, BUT I GUESS WE'LL SEE.

I'M GONNA STOP FOR TONIGHT, BUT I'LL TRY TO WRITE TOMORROW.

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