After the accident, Aura has to learn to live again... despite all the changes. Ever single one of her senses evolved... changed to a unknown point of strangeness. Her story would never be simple again, and the small hope she once had seemed to vani...
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June 22nd 2012, before the accident. A white lightening started my dream, which meant it wouldn't be a normal dream nor a nightmare. I felt it deep inside me, even though it was the first time I had a dream like that. I was sitting on a kitchen chair, in front of a table in our new apartment. Yet, my father entered the room even if he shouldn't be here. I should be angry, but it was fear that captured my guts.
I was looking at the scene in third person, yet I felt everything my character was feeling. I must've been around ten years old. I saw my father getting closer to me with an inexpressive face. He walked behind me and pulled my chair. It was then that I realized I was sitting in a wheeled chair. There was a cast on my leg up to my mid-thigh and my bandaged arm was resting in a sling. My father mumbled.
- If you were careful, none of this would've happened.
I felt like I was hearing this for the umptieth time. After all, it wasn't the first accident that happened to me. But it wasn't my fault. It was never my fault.
My wheeled chair rolled down the corridor, but it had no end. Hanging on the walls were pages, all different colors. I couldn't read any of them, but I felt they were accident reports. At least a hundred. Those reports are accompanied by pictures of me after every incident. One after the other, I was in a sorry state. Broken bones, bruises, traumas, concussions, comas, months and months spent with cast limbs, in wheeling chairs, bed rested, all of that because of that cruel lack of luck and every misfortune that always seemed to target me.
After, report cards took the place of the incident reports on the walls. I had rarely seen grades so low. Under 30% every semester. I should be surprise, since I rarely got anything lower than a 97% on my final scores, but I only felt an immense sadness. It wasn't my fault if I was missing so many classes and had no friends that wanted to help me catch up. Well, I simply had no friends.
I was getting to the end of the corridor. I saw a bright white like and couldn't notice any details around me anymore. Then, suddenly, I was in front of a windowed door. Outside, I could see all the elements of a normal town décor, but everything felt menacing. Cars waiting to roll me over. Clouds wanting to release their lightning on me. A little further down the road, a pack of stray dogs growling in my direction, ready to attack.
Yet, I was still in my wheeling chair. Time seemed to accelerate, and I'm not ten anymore, but fifteen and the outside world hadn't changed a bit. I got up and ready to leave the house, because even if the dangers were threatening me, I still had to get out, to live my life as normally as I could. But a hand kept me from getting up and pulled me backward. My father.
- We live in this crappy place because of you and your accidents. So be careful, this time! It mustn't happen again, or you'll be punished once more!
