[ WP ] `` How 'd you get that scar ? ''

You seemed to have missed the hue of purple and black on the outside of my left eye. You see this rock, jagged and jaded as it was served a perfect purpose, my brother haphazardly skipping a stone across a lake. This was a cease pool of a lake, crawling with infections, disease, and hidden monsters passed about at the bottom, however it was a perfect habitat for a fourteen year old boy to relieve himself of a hot summer day. In Texas, you only get a few occasions to immerse yourself in the utter tranquility of of cool mud hitting your feet at the bottom of a lake, and the breeze rolling over a *Bam* All the sudden you see a white flash, your body feels weightless. You see yourself in mid suspension, remarking upon your own self from a third person as an astronaut in space, or a suffocating victim accepting his impending doom. 
 
 Suddenly you realize, is n't it odd that you're seeing your own self in a catatonic state. *snap* You gasp up for air, in a state of surrounding confusion you only instinct is to look around a discern from your surroundings. You look around, the arid and cracked land, good you're still in Texas. You look down at your chest and arms, no signs of mangled cuts or bruises, good it ca n't be life threatening. Curiously see your brother leaping in bounds away from you on shore, a trail of tears following in an insurmountable attempt to hide some guilt, promptly you feel a sharp sting in your face. He's hit you with a rock, and it's serrated edges were perfect for tranquilly skipping a stone across the pond, or nailing you right above the upper lip, making a scramble of the blood and loose skin that used to hold your brave countenance. Your dazed steps stumble their way out of the lake, holding your face as if the pieces will simply mesh back together. 
 
 Back on the bank of the lake, obscenities are flowing out of you, therapeutic every time they leave your disfigured, swollen scowl. God is not to blame, nor the rock, your mind set on the pure hatred of a person, whom you have completely disassociated from being your brother. All your animosity compiling towards a figure that has long out run you, you strike the earth out of rage. Blood is boiling on your side, however a futile strike against the ground reminds you that all that matters now is making it home. The horizon is skewed, as if befuddled by your outward gaze, everything has no depth. You feel upon your face to find it's swollen, having a large lump atop where your left eye should be. You've been blinded by your own brothers carelessness, this sedimentary deposit of a weapon has blinded you with rage and an inflated upper eyelid. Begrudgingly, you hop upon your bike, `` Your house is only a mile away, everything will be okay if you just make it there''. The haul is arduous, but there seems to be an adrenaline induced nature about you, as if you've reverted to a primitive state of being. `` Yes this should hurt a lot, but what good does pain serve you? You already know you've been hurt''. However it is impossible to ignore you tooth penetrating the new incision in your upper lip, and the swelling of your eyelid has completely blinded your view. `` Damn rock must have flipped up and hit me in the eye too'' you say to yourself as your bike swerves along the sidewalk reflecting your disorientation. 
 
 You finally make it home, after what seems like hours, thirty minutes later.
