Advenutre in Falling and Pain

After the whole debacle with Tommy, I needed a break from all the things that I then had to deal with (my friends apparently don't like to keep secrets, and when I told Kyle about the Tommy and the girl, he then told his friends, and word spread like wildfire). So I decided that the next time I would actually go out of my house, it would be for something fun. So when Kyle told me about an abandoned two story house he had found, I was ecstatic to go. I left this up to Kyle to plan the whole thing (mistake one of this adventure).

"Well, who do you want to go?" He asked.

"I don't care, dude. Just plan everything. I mean, what's the worst that could go wrong?" I replied, sticking a cigarette in my mouth (the habit was turning into an addiction, but I didn't really care at this point). He called up a bunch of people, telling them to meet them at his house. In all honesty, I wasn't expecting this big of a group, but I didn't really care. It seemed like it would be a good night, full of friends and a random adventure to somewhere cool. We all piled into cars, filling them to the max, and we set off. The car me and Kyle were in led the way (since he knew the way there), and it had three girls I would later to refer to as the 'Stepsister's' because they reminded me of Cinderella every time I saw them. They didn't really like me, but I always had cigarettes on me, and that made me tolerable. Kyle had (to my knowledge) slept with two of them, and a conversation we had while we were filling up his tank of gas lead me to his real goal of the night.

"Dude, I'm gonna nail Stacey tonight," he said, leaning on his car while he filled it. I looked at him, then the three girls inside, buying something to eat.

"Which one is Stacey?" I asked. I didn't like them enough to know them by their actual names.

"She's the one with the dark-ish hair, with the blonde highlights," he said, shaking the last little drops of gas from the nozzle.

"Oh," I said uninterestedly. The three walk out, all laughing, eating some kind of pastry they just bought from the gas station. We all got into the car and pulled out onto the road.

We got to the house around 11:30 pm. We got there first, so the first ten minutes was spent with Kyle hitting on Stacey in front of the other three. I chose to wait on the other side of the car, and finished off the first pack that I brought with me. The rest of the cars parked, and everyone piled out into the street.

"Alright, everyone ready to go?" Kyle asked, throwing his cigarette into the gutter.

"I think you're full of it, Kyle." Paul said, folding his arms. Paul was a prick, but he had known Kyle longer then I had so he always tagged along with us.

"Well, everyone get ready and follow me," he said, pulling a flashlight from his car. He took the lead, and we all followed him.

"Dude, it's safe to be out here?" I heard someone ask from the back.

"Yeah, sure, it's plenty safe!" Kyle yelled back. We walked for about fifteen minutes, much to the complaint of the women who said that he didn't mention the long walk.

When we got to the house, it looked like a horror movie waiting to happen. The house was dilapidated, and all the windows were broken out. That and it was a full moon, and the moon was directly over the house. I was waiting for a horde of zombies or the Wolfman to come and kill us. Kyle walked to the front of the house and run up to the front door.

"Let's go guys. It's better inside." All of the guys walked up to the front door, trying to prove how manly they were. The girls walked up slowly, as if the cement steps could possibly break as they stepped on it. Their was no door, so Kyle shined a light in the doorway to show us what it looked like. The moonlight was casting a faint light in it, so the flashlight was really needed.
"It's all good guys, go ahead and explore. Plenty safe," Kyle assured us as we walked into the house with caution. Almost all of the girls stayed downstairs, except for Stacey, who followed me upstairs for some reason.

"Hey, let's check out this room," she said. I looked into the room, which seemed safe. So I walked into the room. I was able to get to the other side of the room, but as soon as I got to the middle of the room, the floor creaked and gave away. I don't know which was louder, everything breaking or Stacey screaming as I fell through the floor. The good thing about her scream was that it got people to run up, and as soon as Kyle noticed what was wrong, he ran downstairs to the room that I had landed in.

Something broke my fall somewhat (I couldn't tell what, there was too much crap that I was lying on to tell), and I was lying on my back. I tried to roll over, but pain shot through my back and in the back of my head.
"Dude, holy SHIT!" I heard Kyle yell. "Are you okay, dude?" I grunted and managed to sit up, despite the pain.

"I'm going to go to the car." With that, I set off to the car, walking slowly. Everyone was downstairs, looking at me. I got outside the door and put a cigarette into my mouth, still moving slowly, not wanting to hurt myself anymore. I was able to limp halfway to the car before a sharp pain went through my foot. I don't know why I didn't yell in pain or anything, but with a calm that surprised even me, I pulled my foot up. Along with it came a line of barbed wire that had stuck itself inside of my foot. I reached down and with a quick pull, I yanked it out of my foot. I limped the rest of the way to the car, sat down under a street light and pulled off my shoe. I looked inside, saw some blood. I pulled off my sock, and saw more blood. I pulled my foot onto my lap and looked at the bottom of it to see how bad my foot was. The hole that the barbed wire had put in my foot was bleeding at a steady rate, so I did what anyone would do in my position. I wrapped my foot in my sock and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in fifteen minutes. By the time I had finished my last one, the group was back, talking. Kyle looked at me, looked at my foot, and looked back to the group.

"What happened to your foot?" He asked.

"Barbed wire." I said. "Hey, Kyle?"
"What's up dude?"
"Can you help me up and into the car?" I probably could've gotten up myself, but I didn't want to risk hurting myself anymore tonight. He helped me into the car and the three girls got into the back and looked at me.

"Do you want to go to the hospital or something?" One of them asked. I shook my head no and sat in silence for the rest of the ride. When we pulled in front of my house, I slowly got out of the car and walked into my house and into my room.

I stayed in bed for about three weeks due to the fact that my back was in excruciating pain. I didn't want to really talk to anyone, so the majority of my time was spent reading or watching movies. It was around this time the concept of a vacation began to cross my mind. I pushed it to the back of my mind as the ultimate back up plan, and that I wouldn't have to use it because after this, my summer and my life could only go uphill, right?

Yeah, right.