I hit the ground, hard.

'Did I say we were taking a break?'

She would've asked if I was ok.

'Get, up.'

She would've helped me off the ground.

'Have you ever heard your bone breaking in two?'

Crack.

That's the sound of my bone breaking. Like being fucking snapped in two, straight down the middle. Crack doesn't really feel dramatic enough, but ironically that's what it sounded like. A loud crack. I am aware that a mentally stable person would've screamed in agony, but I was currently getting my face buried in the dirt, and I found the prospect of swallowing soil not particularly pleasing.

'Wow, I didn't think you'd be strong enough not to scream. First slightly impressive thing you've done all week.'

Oh she makes me want to kill myself and everyone in this stupid fucking place.

'Psycho.'

I try not to bite my tongue as I've found it leaves an unappealing metallic aftertaste, but then again if I don't I'll have blood on whichever part of my body seems fit to strike in reply to the harshness of the comment said. It's happened far too often, and yet i still haven't learned. I am aware it's only an expression, but when someone's full body weight is on the back of your head and pressing your face into the dirt while biting back an insult, you'll be thankful if your tongue doesn't get severed between your teeth.

I'm not sure what's worse, having my arm broken and my body restrained by a mentally insane nun, or having to look at said nuns face. At least in this position I have to shut my eyes to avoid getting dirt in them, so I don't actually have to see her withered skeletal like features. Oh and her smile. That fucking toothy smile, that stretches her old wrinkled face making it look like the skin is going to peel backwards. That's probably one of the things I hate most about her.

Ok this is as far as I've gotten. I might continue this story, or just write a parody of it. feedback is much appreciated!