The Day I Cacked My Head Open

When I was a little girl, about 11 years old. I would love to annoy my siblings and really just torture them. We never really fist fight, but we would always get into arguments, but that's what siblings do. So one day I was minding my own business and I saw my sister wearing my favorite shirt that I haven't even worn yet. I was FURIOUS! I didn't want to argue, or make a scene so I simply told her, "Why didn't you ask me?" She had the nerve to lie to me and said that I said it was okay with it, but in reality, I don't say yes to anything. We started arguing, and I told her to take my shirt off. She was acting very stubborn, and wouldn't take it off. So it was either my way or the highway. I tried ripping the shirt right off of her. It did not turn out well as I thought. My sister ended up pushing me hard against a sharp corner, and all I heard was a crack. I was knocked out for 2 hours. When I woke up, I was at the Albany Medical Emergency Room. There was blood gushing out of my head, and all I saw was blood all over my clothes. I seriously thought I was dead at that point. I was completely dizzy and I lost my memory for about an hour. It was serious damage to my head and I was at the hospital for 5 days. I hated the hospital because it was depressing and dull. When I finally got home, I saw the same shirt on my bed and my sister wrote a corny letter saying how sorry she was. LESSON LEARNED!!!