Trying to dance through the rain

Chapter 3

Dr Emily was right though.

Walking was hard it was so much harder than walking normally.

I was pretty sure I wouldn't take walking in the park for granted ever again.

I'm not going to lie, it hurt so bad.

Like being tied up in a corset that was two sizes to small and forced to tighten with laces cutting every inch of my spine.

I woke the next morning, Friday, three weeks since the incident, three weeks in hospital and three weeks with Ms Jones sitting outside my room.

I'd got used to seeing Dr Emily talking with Ms Jones and I'd got used to the fact that at some point I'd have to talk to her about the incident.

Dr Emily entered and asked her usual question. "Pain?"

"Seven" I replied. She wrote the answer on my chart, after she fiddled with the monitors controlling my pain relief and then sat down.

"Emma, Ms Jones would like to speak to you. Is that ok?" She asked.

"Yes" I answered "but can we not talk in here? Because I'd like a change of scenery."
I asked, slightly dreading the answer.

"Thats fine." Dr Emily said gently.

"I understand that after spending two weeks in this room why you might want a change. There are some small rooms down the corridor where you can talk."

I sat up my back being supported by Dr Emily; going through the motions to lift myself with Dr Emily's help, in to the wheelchair provided.

I was stiff after the day before, so it took longer for me to get up.

I was wheeled out the door of the room I had been trapped in for two weeks, where Ms Jones was waiting.

"Hey." I uttered.

"Hi Emma." She replied.

We started down the corridor. "Emma, since after last year all your teachers have been worried about you."

We arrived at the room, Ms Jones opened the door for me and we both entered. "Really?" I asked.

She nodded.

There was a small couch which she sat down on.

"I thought I was invisible to most of my teachers." I said.

"You were never invisible to us. We just wanted to give you some space after what you had been through."

"Oh" I felt kinda stupid that I could figure out people involved in others problems but not the people involved in my own.

I thought that only a few of my teachers knew what had happened not them all, I mean I'd heard a few talking about me but I never thought much of it.

"We were wondering if you would be able to tell me what has been going on this past year. Especially these last few weeks." Ms Jones asked.

"The ones in hospital?" I tried to joke, failing miserably.

This was the relief I had been looking for.

For the chance to tell someone what had been going on, someone who could help and see the connected dots.

But it was also a curse no one needed to know, it didn't matter, I didn't matter.

I'd keep it vague, no one needed to know the whole truth, maybe a tenth.

"Ok" I replied "where should I start?"