A Thousand Years (Spinoff to Regrets)

Prologue

Prologue:

It all happened in just a fraction of a second.

I felt my body thrown into the air; I lost all my balance. I was in the air, almost flying, not obeying Gravity. I couldn't feel myself no more. I felt numb and scared: My life was ripped out of me. I fell to the ground with a blazing roar.

The only thing I heard before passing out was the screeching halt of the car.

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*2 weeks later*

I refused to believe it. It couldn't happen; not now especially. With just one week to my wedding, I lost my left hand in that freak accident.

And what's worse? This nutjob of my fiancé' ran away. He didn't want a girl who was not 'normal'.

I thought he, Jake loved me. He promised to never leave me.

I believed him with my whole heart and soul and finally, I saw his true colours.

And that was the moment when I lost my belief in true love.

Love was just another one of those over exaggerated misleading concepts of life.

It was just a pure waste of time.

Look at me now. I'm broken both physically and mentally. The surgeons had removed my left hand because it was broken into pieces and it had a zero percentage of recovery. I had one option left though; to get a false arm. But where would I go for the money?

I used to live with my brother until six months back before he ran away. I wasn't his problem; he wanted a life of his own and so, he went away. I know where he is living though, I am just waiting for him to come back to me; he always did and I'm sure that this time won't be any excuse. But I didn't see him anywhere in the hospital.

Maybe he doesn't know about the accident yet.

Maybe he does and he is avoiding you.

I just shrugged off those thoughts. My brother and I lived alone for the past ten years, since running away from your adopted parents.

They gave us nothing but misery.

I thought my life would take a complete 360 degree; believe me it did. But it lasted only for a few years and I am back to my old life.

I don't think that my life could get any worse.

If it does; I don't know what I might do to myself.