It's finally the end of Autumn and soon, the trees will start to die until the next season arrives. The cold winter air comes back and white little snowflakes start to form and fall from the sky. I sit in my room all alone in my wheelchair, the only thing that I think about is the love of my life, Madison, and how peaceful she looked in her deathbed.
It all happened when we were on our way to go camping near my grandparents house in Alabama. I was driving with my arm around her while she was looking out the window with her hand out playing tug of war with the wind, like someone would in a movie, then the unthinkable happened. A drunk driver was speeding straight for us and collided with us. The drunk driver only had a few scars and was sentence for 50 years in prison. I was paralyzed in each leg but Madison was in an deep a coma. A few months fly by and the doctors and Madison's parents made it official that Madison was dead. After I found out about her death all of the depression, cutting and suicidal thoughts came into place.
