Will post fully stoy later
Alright now that I'm on my craptop I can post the full thing
So, like in elementary School in the 5th year we had constructions in the toilets or something because they where building a library in the unused part of the school building. Anyway I was like an even more stupid me being like, no idea, 11 years old they said there was like a body in the construction thing and ofcourse I believed everything and wanted to see that stuff. The doort was locked but we managed to picklock it with a simple coin
So I was in the toilet and looked at that construction stuff, ofcourse there wasn't a body but it was still neat to look at. I got my hand between the door and the wall, you know where the door is attached to the wall
Like on this picture on the left side on the door with the iron things. Got my hand between that when someone decided the close the door and lock us in. Ofcourse the door didn't close because my finger was between it and it hurted so loving much I couldnt even talk or yell top open the loving door. ('t was an iron door tho) so after that I like ran outside screaming to a teacher but it actually didn't hurt that much for some reason. When I was at ER when they injected anesthetic in my finger it hurted much more. Anyway I like being a loving pusillanimous individual I was white as forget because of the blood loss (I didn't even lose that much blood, honestly.) so they called my mother and she brought me to ER and I got stitches n stuff there.
My finger didnt broke but it got bruised (luckely).
So yeah.
In nursery school I broke my pinky because it also got stuck between the door. I can't remember the details much because I was younger than 6.
