A Summer's Happening

Chapter 1

"C'mon Elsa!" A voice called out, "One race; that's all..." My friend yelled as we sat at the red light, "No one's around." He revved his engine of his yellow Camaro. I looked at the empty road ahead of me and smiled, "Only if you'll by me lunch!" The redhead nodded, "Deal!" I let out a deep breath, revving my blue Mustang.

This wasn't my first race, especially with Hans. We watched the light carefully: then it turned green. I let go of the brakes and we were off.

We were almost over and we were neck and neck.... We took a turn, a really sharp one. We were almost out of the turn.... And that's when it happened.

My world went black.
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I woke up, my mom on one side; my dad standing at the window. I was in a hospital room. "M-Mom?" I said; my mouth was horribly dry. She looked at me, "Elsa! Thank God..." She kissed my cheek lightly. My dad walked over, "Hey, sport... How ya feeling?"

'Horrible...'

"Okay," I look at them, "How long have I been out? What happened?" I looked to them for answers. My mom started to cry a little, so my dad stepped up, "You were in a head on collision with a semi... The car was totaled, and you're lucky to be alive. You've been in an induced coma for almost a week... Elsa... We're sorry..." He got up and walked out.

Mom was crying, "Mom? What's going on?" She just put her hand on my le- Wait... What!? Her hand missed it completely.... I sat up and pulled the cover over.

'Oh my god.'

I just stared... It couldn't be. "M-Mom..." I say in a quiet, shaking voice, "It can't be..." I look at her with tears, "No...." She just hugged me as I broke out in tears.

"I'm so sorry, baby... I'm so sorry..." She rocked me back and forth: the pain... Not physically, but mentally... My mom hit my morphine button and soon I relaxed.

I would never play basketball again. My left leg... All the way up to mid-thigh. Gone.
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I woke up a few hours later... Just staring at the ceiling. I didn't want to move... I didn't want to feel. I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

The doctor walked in, "Hello, Elsa... I see you're awake..." He wrote something down in his file, then looked at my vitals and charts: then checked my IV. He pulled the blanket up a little and checked the dressing on my stub. I still couldn't believe it. "How's it feel?"

Really? Did he really just ask that?

"Like I still have my leg... It just isn't there...." He nodded again, "That's normal, Elsa... You see; your body needs to adjust, and it'll take a while for you to get used to it. I'm gonna send you to PT and get you fitted with a prosthetic in a week or two." He wrote more stuff down.

I tilted my head, "What's PT?" He looked at me strangely, "Physical Therapy. I might as well send you to a psychologist too... Just to help with what you're dealing with. You should visit both places in a week..." He turned to leave, "Wait! When am I getting out of here?" He looked through the charts, "Tomorrow. If all goes well." I nod and lay totally flat on my back.

It wasn't a nightmare. It was really real... 'Welcome to Hell, Elsa.' I said to myself and hit my morphine button, just to knock me out.