Chapter One

55 2 0
                                    

Chapter One

        When I was born I died for ten minutes. While in labor, my mother had a seizure and died right there on the hospital bed. For those first ten minutes my father was crushed, he thought he had lost everything. He was drained of hope, confused and lost without his wife and child. They tried a defibrillator on my tiny body. It didn’t show any effects, and the doctors were beginning to shut the machine down; they couldn’t bear to put me through anymore. I was dead, anyway.

But then something happened. I woke up. Doctors called me unexplainable but my father used a two diffrent sets of words. His "miracle child." 

      My mother of course, never came back to life. She stayed dead, even seventeen years later; buried in a casket, six feet under. I never got the chance to formally meet her.

   When I was 7 years old I fell out of a tree. My father had been reading the paper that afternoon,when he heard a scream. He rushed over only to see his daughter lying on the grass. I fallen from ten feet up. I didn’t have a scratch.

     To this day, I have never been sick or broken a bone. I haven't even had a sprain. I have never even been inside a hospital since my birth, and to this day, I am still the same as I was, fresh out of the womb; a miracle child.

     I will be 18 soon. In three months, I will be moving four streets over into a tiny apartment on Spring Meadows. I start college in six months, which means I’ll still be stuck in this Podunktown for another four years. But then i’m gone. I don’t even care where too, I just want to go. And never look back. I have left Hewitt a total of six times, four of which were for my church's choir competition, the other two where to visit my mothers grave. I’ve been trapped in a safe, cocooned bubble my entire life, and I am ready to get out.

UnbreakableWhere stories live. Discover now