The Girl, The Boy, And The Wheelchair

Therapy

**what? Another one?I'm just to cool guys. Thanks for reading, enjoy!**

Sara POV
Kara had not visited me since the accident. I am starting to get angry with her, but there's no time for that. I've got therapy.
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"Just one more pull up!" My therapist, Dr. White, or Mikyla like she wanted me to call her, coached. I grunted, competing the task and falling to the ground. I was sore and tired, unsure what to make of this. I went back to my hospital room, my therapist, Marisa, pushing me wheelchair. Once she was gone, I began to think. Was this life worth living? Or should I end it all now? The thoughts I pondered hung in my head. Do it. A voice in my head said. I got in the ugly black wheelchair, and spun myself towards the iv drip. I twisted the dial so that more medicine was coming now. I stuck the needle back in the hole. My vision began to blur, and everything faded to black.
**ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER! Btw my great fans, Mikyla=Marisa sorry to confuse anyone! 😋 Please give me at least ten votes/comments for the next chapter!!😋**