Cut And Dry

                                               Cut and Dry
                                              



                                               Chop!  Chop!  Chop!  The knife slices through
                                               The onion.  Chop!  Chop! Chop!  As the onion
  fumes sting my eyes.  I blink my eyes several times as I continue to Chop!   

Ch-!   I let out a cry as I felt the sharp knife cut into my finger.  A  throbbing pain overcame me as the cutting board was covered in small   ponds of blood.  Thud!  Thud!  Thud!  I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.  The sting of the cream on my cut was extreme, but the binding band-aid made it worse.  Lastly I then washed and dried my hands, that now were stained in blood.