How Shameful!

When I opened my eyes, I found myself stunned... Yeah... This was... Ah... staring up at the ceiling unblinkingly, my mind was in turmoil at the memories that swirled around in my mind.

My face grew hot at the shameful memory.

This was a sad thing to me. I passed out from getting my hair rubbed.

Immediately my hands covered my face, did he die?

I hoped he died.

Tripped and broke his neck or something.

If he died; this thing would just be a simple stain in memory, without the culprit living and breathing so that I am not constantly be reminded.

"Sh*t, I passed out!"

I raged, calling a few times but no answer.

Something was off, but I could not figure it out. It didn't matter right now, anyway.