Chapter 15 This kid is driving me down

This kid is driving me down I'm still in my little room, sadly sick.Just now I have the strength to write down what happened yesterday morning. I remember very well that I used a pencil sharpener to cut the sheets into strips and join them.I tied one end of the bedsheet rope to the table leg, held the other end, and slid bravely down the window. However, at this point my memory is fuzzy.My head was blown, that's for sure.But where did it fall?like It hit the water pipe first... Then it fell to the floor... Maybe the knot of the bed sheet was untied... Or it was not tied tightly on the table leg... In short, I was confused, I just felt suddenly There were stars in my eyes, and then it was pitch black!

well!I remember when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the bed.I saw my father walking up and down the room, raising his fists and saying, "There's no way! There's no way! This kid makes me despair! He's going to destroy me too!  …" I wanted to ask his forgiveness for knocking my head off, but I couldn't talk. Later the doctor came, and he carefully bandaged the wound for me, and said to my crying mother, "Don't be afraid...your son is too thick to fall..." However, my father, mother and sisters never leave me for a moment, and ask me after a while: "Is it better now?"

No one dares to accuse me again. They should understand that I have some reasons for doing this after all.If the father who boasted how good he was when he was a child is also locked in the room and punished to drink water and eat bread, I bet he will fight for freedom like me. October 29