Scratched Eye By Maya

Scratched Eye

                                                                          By Maya

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The pencil scratched on the paper making a gritty sound. It was allergy season. The pollen was so bad you could see it in the wind. I was drawing the pollen that I saw outside on a piece of paper. The pencil top fell off. I felt like the pencil was a person and his head had fallen of. At the time I thought that was very disturbing. All the windows were open and my eyes were itchy. I got up and closed all the windows. The windows made a sound that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. A shiver ran up my spine. I itched my eyes and I itched a little to hard… I screamed in pain. It felt like someone stabbed me in the eye. My dad rushed upstairs. He saw me crying and holding my hands over my eye.

“Maya what’s the matter!” He said in a worried tone.

“My eye!” I said through the tears. He moved my hands away from my face. My eye looked weird.

“Were going to the hospital.” He said.

When we were in the car my eye was itching like crazy. It felt like one thousand mosquitos had bit my eye. I itched my eye again. It felt like someone stabbed me in the eye. I howled in pain. Finally after the torture in the car we arrived at the hospital. We ran like we were running from zombies to the entrance. We were in the waiting room for a long time. There we’re a lot of people in different conditions. One person had been in an accident and had bloody scratches all over his face There was also an elderly women.  In the distance I heard something going BEEP in a metallic sort of sound. I didn’t like it.

When we went to my hospital room I kept looking on either side of me. I saw a lot of people in different conditions. In one of the rooms I remember, there was an old woman in a bed and a lot of people around her. They we’re carrying her out. She wasn’t moving. I was shocked. I didn’t know that hospitals could be so scary. After a walk that felt like a tour in an abandoned asylum with creepy photos of old patients, we got to the room. A doctor came rushing in. All I remember was that he looked like a whale. He looked at my eye and said,

“Your pupil is scratched.” After that my mom came rushing in.

She screamed “What’s the matter!” The doctor said again in a calm voice, “it’s a scratched eye.” My mom plopped me into her lap and said, “It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay” over and over again. She stroked my hair. Dr. Whale said that he needed to take a closer look. He opened my eye again. The air felt like ice to my eye. I screamed. He said he was going to send a prescription to my doctor. He gave me an ice pack for the long journey. The ice helped a little. It was like chamomile tea when you have a sore throat. The drive felt like hours. When we got to the doctors office, she said that she had sent the prescription to Sam’s Club, which was where the pharmacy was.

We all groaned. My eye was starting to hurt a lot. It also was itchy. It was like on of those stingy itches that you get, but it went on for two hours. Also the ice pack was getting warm. After we started the excruciating drive to go to Sam’s Club I felt like a grain of sand, getting kicked and pushed around everyday. I was exhausted. I fell asleep in the car and got woken up again only to be brought into Sam’s club. The line was very long. I felt like everyone was in line to get the last sip of water. After that I fell asleep and woke up the next morning. My mom came and made me take my medicine.

3 WEEKS LATER

 I woke up. I went immediately to the bathroom like I had for the past 2 weeks and 6 days to check on my eye. It was all better. I ran upstairs and woke up my mom and told her. She  laughed and fell back asleep again.