Broken

Prologue

Prologue

"On September 27th, last Saturday, two young sisters and their mother got in a car crash. The sisters were 19 year old Isabella Aaron and 16 year old Chloe Aaron and their mother was Tiffany Aaron. A semi was driving down a small hill to a red stop light when his brakes disconnected. The driver was unable to stop and collided into the passenger side of the much smaller car. Upon impact the car slid across the intersection and then began to roll. Nineteen year old Isabella and mother Tiffany were pronounced dead on the scene and sixteen year old Chloe, who was unconscious upon the ambulance's arrival, was rushed to the hospital and into surgery. Chloe was driving the car and therefore was not directly affected by the impact. The extent of her injuries have not yet been revealed. If any new information is revealed we will be sure to inform you. We send well wishes to the Aaron family as they recover from this accident."

I sniffled as I looked up at the TV in my hospital room. The same thought repeatedly running through my head. "I killed them. It's all my fault. I should have been paying closer attention to the road. I killed them. It's all my fault."

My name is Chloe Aaron, the girl who was on the news. I've been in this hospital for a week. On my sixteenth birthday, what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, I killed my mom and sister. Now I'm in a hospital with countless injuries and they're gone forever and I should be with them. I shouldn't be here, not without the rest of my family. My dad has told everybody that I'm in a coma and I can't have visitors so that I don't have to see anybody. I don't want to be bombarded with visitors. Nobody needs to see me like this. I don't want anybody to see me.

Since the extent of my injuries was so severe I didn't regain full consciousness for a few days after my supposed 10 hour surgery. There was apparently a few complications with my heart trying to stop and bleeding too much and other things like that. After I woke up fully I realized what happened and then nobody could stop my reaction. Those first two days I was awake all I did was scream and cry. The nurses even had to sedate to avoid further injury. After those two days though I realized that crying was pointless, they aren't coming back. I haven't uttered a word since then, I've been a complete zombie.

Somebody entered the room but I didn't even bother to look up at the door. I continued to stare blankly at the news, which had moved on to some story about the local library. I knew whoever came into the room had to be either my dad, a doctor, or a nurse. Nobody else ever comes in here, not even my twin baby sisters, Alexandria and Aubrey Grace. They all think I'm in a coma and I like it that way. No visitors means no talking, I haven't uttered a word since I found out what happened. I haven't even looked at anybody. I'm just an empty shell. I just stare at the TV watching countless news reports telling the world that I killed my mom and sister. My dad tells me it scares him, he comes and talks to me all the time but I pretend not to listen. I can't even look at him. I know it hurts him that his little girl won't even look in his direction but I just can't.

I hear my dad start to tell me about Alex and Gracey, reminding me of how long it's been since I've seen them. How much they miss me, how they need me to talk to them. But how am I supposed to look at them? They are exact copies of Bella. If you never saw my mom you'd think I was adopted or something. I'm basically a clone of my mom, we have the same red hair, brown eyes, and light skin. My sisters all take after my dad though with curly brown hair, bright blue eyes, and gloriously tan skin, with only little features that they got from our mom.

"Chlo, please talk to me, at least look at me," dad begged from his seat beside my bed. Ever so slowly I turned to look at him. As soon as I saw him I started to cry again, I cried for Bella, for mom, for dad, for Alex and Gracey. I cried for myself most of all. My life was over. I was never going to be able to dance again. That was all that I have done since I could walk. My mom put me in dance classes when I was 3. She used to tell me stories of how I would dance around the house. Of how even though most children ran I never did, everything I did had more of a dance type feel to it. She thought I would love dance classes and if I didn't I'd never have to do it again. I fell in love though. As I got older I added more classes, different styles, until it consumed my entire life and I became a dancer. Even at 16 I had my life planned out, and I had gotten scholarships for the most prestigious schools of dance all over America but that was all over.

My left leg was broken in two spots, the lower part of the femur and in the tibia. The tibia is broken into three pieces and the femur has a clean break straight through it. Both are supposed to take 4-6 months to heal. I have rods placed in my tibia and femur to help them heal and my leg in encased in a blue cast from my foot all the way up to my butt preventing all movement. My right ankle is broken and trapped in a bulky black boot, that's supposed to take 6-8 weeks to heal. My right arm is broken and encased in a pink cast, and that should heal in about 4-6 weeks. My neck is sprained and I have a concussion. I'm not supposed to be watching TV but I do it anyways. With all those injuries the chances of me dancing again are very small.

"Daddy, I'm broken. I lost Mom and Bella and all my chances of dancing again. It wouldn't hurt as much and I would be able to cope if I was still able to dance. But I can't even do that, everything is over." His breath hitched as he took in what I said.

"No, you can't think like that. I know that it hurts, we all miss them, but it will get better. We can't think that our lives are over. If that's what you believe then that's what will really happen. All of your bones will heal and you'll be able to dance. You just might have to learn how to." With his little speech I had even more tears streaming down my face. "Chloe, just one more thing. I told Alex and Aubrey that they could see you. They're outside with the nurses right now."