My OC: Dagger's Story

Danny's Journal

Journal-

I'm 15 years old this year. A few weeks ago I had an idea. Maybe I could have a secret weapon! Like, a dagger, maybe. So when they gave me my lunch tray and water bottle, I poured the water on one of the metal springs on the bed. The week after that, the bedspring was rusty, so I broke it off. I straightened it out and broke the rusted part off. It was really sharp on the end. So then came the hard part. I bit my hand a little. I nibbled a patch of skin off. It hurt, and I cried a bit. But I needed to do this. I NEEDED to. I HAD to! I kept biting. I gnawed through my flesh and muscle, and finally stomped on the bones to break them off. Blood coated a section of floor. I took the sharp bedspring and stuck it in my straitjacket, hiding it among the folds. Now for the last stage - healing. Before anything got infected, I would need some medicine. That night, when stupid Nurse Patty came in to "say goodnight," I knocked her out and snuck down the hall. I found the science lab and managed to locate a hot plate. I plugged it in and cranked it up to full heat. While it warmed up, I prepared myself - deep breaths, I thought. Finally, the temperature was as hot as I wanted it. I pressed my exposed muscle, bone, and raw flesh to the white-hot metal plate, successfully cauterizing the wound. It burned like acid, a gunshot, fire. But when my wound was cauterized, I snuck back to my cell, pushed Nurse Patty out into the hall, and closed the door. I then pulled the bedspring from my straitjacket and poked it through the thin skin on my stump. The end was thin enough for it not to bleed.

Signed,

Danny