Kajsa Niemi (motherspet) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-17 06:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-29, brodie, kajsa |
Help I've done it again...hurt myself again today
Who: Brodie & Kajsa
When: After the explosions
Where: Broadway Bridges
Kajsa had been relieved to find that she had woken up in her own bed again. She was on a roll. Maybe it had been some sort of temporary relapse. Though she was incredibly happy to be in her own bed, she still felt like crap. She was still throwing up in the mornings and all sorts of smells bothered her. So while Kajsa was rarely ever seen outside of the house without make-up or high heels on, today was a sweatshirt day. She hadn't even remembered it was the march for peace until she'd gotten into Scarlet Oak proper and heard some people take about it. She'd picked up a cup of hot chocolate from The Mudhouse and driven over to the Broadway Bridges to see what all the fuss was about. There was a fair number of people. Kajsa had gotten out of her car to stand closer to the bridges to see if there was anyone she recognized. She supposed Dagmar could be out here with some of her friends. She was toying with the idea of texting her sister when it happened.
At first, it was just a blinding light and then Kajsa heard the screaming. When her world righted itself, she was flat on her back and the world had erupted into madness. She'd tried to reach for her phone in her pocket when she noticed that she couldn't move her right arm at all. Mustering the courage to look over, her sleeve was a bloody mess and her arm was crooked at a horrid angle. Too afraid to get up, Kajsa just kind of lay there and tried to compose herself and her thoughts. For some reason, her first thought was Dagmar and whether or not she was lying in her own helpless pile somewhere. Using her left arm, she tried to reach across herself to find her cellphone. That movement jostled her right arm, though, and sent triggers of pain into her shoulder and elbow. Okay, not moving. Got it.