Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

The doctor had a heck of a time putting my face back together again. Apparently it went all the way to the bone. I guess I was too busy trying to hold my face on that I never got the chance to actually witness the horror that had come. I sort of wish I had a mirror so I could gaze into my own skull. Maybe its best I never did, other wise I might have been too interested and wished that my face remain the ghastly mess it was. Whenever I pulled my hands away, anyone who saw it fainted. I always thought it was just in cartoons when people faint, but when I saw the stunned reaction of others, I knew something of a marvel must have been hidden underneath my warm bloody hands.

It made it much more memorable seeing how it happened July the 4th. I got to see the sky splash full of colors, and then later that day I got to see the ground splash full of my red fluids.

The scar left behind remained my own trophy, but others did not see it in the glorious light that I did. They saw me as some kind of monster. I guess I can see where they were coming from. After all, after I saw the patchwork they did, even I was reminded of some kind of comic book villain, or some mad scientist. Its strange to look into the mirror and instead of seeing myself, I see an archetype villain. I guess I only assumed that insane rouge German scientist had their faces sewn back on.

The one thing I admire about my new face is my smile. The botch work they did on my face also messed up with the facial muscles under my skin. Now instead of a simple smile, I had this grim crooked and cracked grin and teeth the size of a cartoon characters. How I loved to look at my broken grim smile.

One thing that people always ask me is "Did it hurt?"

No. It did not hurt at all. I did not feel a thing. I figure that the reason I felt no pain is because my nerves were ripped out when my flesh was torn off my skull. However I figure that there is more to it than just that.

I also remember the taste of my blood. Its not like I could try to ignore it. I no longer had lips to keep the blood out of my mouth so it would be difficult to keep it from seeping into my mouth and down my throat. Also while I was bleeding, I still kept my manners and tried not to make a big mess to leave for someone else to clean up. Other people were disgusted at my bloody belches as I burped up my own fluids. I would have figured that my bloody skull would be more offensive than my belches.

I do remember playing in my own pool of red while I was waiting to have my face placed back on. I tried to spell my name. I guess it would have been funnier if I had drawn a pentagram instead or wrote REDRUM. Although to this day, I still like to use my own blood for splatter art. It bugs my friends because I ask for a canvas to bleed onto rahter than band aids or stitches. Plus I usually need to toss my work away since it tends to rot after a few days.

Over time I healed well and the scars became slight. My face transformed from a patchwork monster into a fairly handsome man. Lucky me! The one thing I did get to keep however is my crooked smile.