Fire & Blood : Bound by Trauma

A look into Avery

My name is Avery Hart and I have just moved to Los Angeles to be a neurosurgeon. I am 28 years old, I've lived in Colorado for my childhood, when I was 18 I left to do medical school in Arizona, and then I needed a change so I decided to move to Los Angeles after completing my Neuro specialty, I was also top of my class and graduated early.

My mother is called Eleanor and it was clear to me from a young age that my mum never wanted to have children but my father, Joesph did. My mother was very resistant and avoided parenting me at all costs, we never had a conversation that didn't turn into an argument. It was strange that she was this way with me but completely and utterly in love with my father, they were in an extremely happy marriage. While my mother didn't like me, my father was always there for me, and was the best parent I could have asked for, he was caring, loving and kind.

When I was 16, my dad was teaching me how to drive when it suddenly started to storm, the roads became slippy so I drove slowly out of caution. I didn't realise a car was coming directly into us and I tried to swerve out of the way but it was too late, they had already hit us and were were rolling down a bank off the side of the road, and my fathers side of the car had collided with a tree. I fell unconscious suddenly and when I woke up I was in a hospital, my mother sat there staring at me with tears in her eyes. I asked where dad was when she announced that he was dead and that I had killed him, she blamed me completely and so did i. I was grieving my father while guilt built up In my chest and the already non existent relationship with my mother was now much worse, we never spoke, and when she did she would acuse me of killing the love of her life and that I shouldn't have lived. I was depressed and I couldn't take it anymore so as soon I was out of the hospital I decided that, this was it, I didn't deserve to live, so I tried to kill myself. It clearly didn't work and my mum hated me even more, she wanted me dead but she wanted it on her terms. 

Once I had decided that I wanted to go to medical school, I picked up 2 jobs and worked whenever I wasn't at school. It was to save money and to avoid being at home. I left home as soon as I turned 18, left with all the money I had saved and got the money my dad left me and ran. During medical school in Arizona, I was very isolated, I had few friends and focused completely on my studies. After completing my residency, i had offers from everywhere but decided I wanted to go to Los Angeles and be a neurosurgeon. I never spoke about my childhood, it was the past I wanted to keep it that way, I was ashamed so anytime a question about my family came up I just stated that I don't have any or I don't speak to them. 

After I arrived in Los Angeles, I was disappointed to find that my apartment was still being fixed up so I had to stay in a hotel, I then immediately started my new job and was already in love. Everyone wanted me with them in their surgeries and I quickly took control of traumas and loved being the head attending in amazing surgeries. I still had the trauma with me and carried the guilt everyday but I was getting better.