Collection of Short Stories

Trapped

This is depressing. It deals with sensitive themes. Proceed with caution.

How did I end up here? Trapped inside a life I never asked for. I had been kind to everyone I met ever since I set foot outside. 11 years later, the entire world seemed to be born to hate me. I had no friends, no life, no love. My parents orphaned me and not because they couldn't support me. On the way home from the hospital, a car crashed into our vehicle. The result was a paraplegic baby. I was born into a wheelchair, it was always my home. No foster family seemed to care for little Nicolette for very long. I was always alone, reluctant to do anything. Music became an escape, that was until high school.

In elementary school, my classmates thought that I was weird, leaving me alone. I could draw and listen to music all I wanted. No one knew that I lived with a new family each week, the kids were too naive and the parents didn't care. As I moved on to High School, my peers began to think that maybe my disability was no longer weird but instead hilarious. I was constantly called fat, lazy, stupid, and so much more because I couldn't participate fully. The people who called me an attention whore were not from my old school. They were convinced I wanted pity so I bought a wheelchair. Pity was the last thing I wanted. Teachers decided to join in on the fun by pointing me out at every possible moment. In Driver's Ed., my teacher labeled me "the product of bad driving." Every waking hour, I was tormented.

"Hey Wheels. How's the attention feel now?" The group closed in on me, waiting for claustrophobia to set in. "I hoped it was good while it lasted."

"Sorry, what do you mean?" These bullies had never tried to do anything to me. They only taunted me.

"Get up and walk. Do it."

"I'm paraplegic. If you paid attention in class, that means my legs are paralyzed." The boy approached me. In one sharp movement, he punched my nose. Blood dripped onto my shirt but I didn't care.

"Get up." A few other people shouted at me to get up and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. Tears streamed down my face, I wasn't even trying to contain my emotions this time. In all the commotion, someone dumped me out of my wheelchair allowing it to drop onto my back. I was pinned there, forced to listen to their laughs. Tendrils of pain shot up my back, spreading into my neck, head, arms, and fingers until my whole body hummed with energy. The first boy kicked my head and the group chortled as they walked away. I reached down to grab my phone, I needed to call someone. The entire world was spinning. I dialed 911 and quickly told the man my situation. The blue and red lights danced in front of my eyes before I passed out.

"That's her, my old foster "sister." Last week I stayed with a family who's son went to my school. Apparently, $50 isn't enough to be quiet about it. "She gets a new family every week, no one has ever liked her."

"I can clearly see why." They both laughed. I turned away from them, spinning the wheels as fast as I could. This school was the last place on Earth I'd like to be. Honestly, I expect nothing good from this school and its students. I made my way down the sidewalk, down to the riverside. The terrain wasn't friendly but then again, neither was the place I was leaving behind. The birds called out to each other in the distance. They're so free, so full of joy. That's where I want to be. I'm confined in this metal cage. Something in my mind clicked. Slowly, I pushed myself out of my wheelchair until the cool grass touched my legs. No one was around to say anything and I made my decision.

Here, I have no cage. Here, I am free from disability. Now, I fulfill all the dreams I ever had. The dreams prevented by my world.

That was hard to write but the inspiration was there. Request stuff because I have 0 ideas at the moment! Happy reading!