Beginnings and Endings,

Car Crash and Hope

I got up once more, but immediately fell. I tried again to get up off the hard, black, plastic chair. Again, I fell back on to it, anger growing steadily inside me. The lady, Ms. Miller, was it? She was off in her corner scribbling speedily on her yellow notebook. I want to yell at her, who does she think she is 'helping'? More like watching me fail. She could come over and help me, but no, apparently not. Her words echoed in my head as I tried again, 'You might never walk again, you might need the wheel chair forever.' I will keep trying, I have to.

"Its getting late, you should get to bed, we can try again tomorrow." said Ms. Miller as she put her pen down. I want to growl and correct her, I would try again, not you, Me. I hold it back though. She tried to help my into my thin, hospital bed, but I shook her off and rolled into it. I glanced around the room one last time before sleep overcame me. White, that's all I see. he alls, the floor, the ceiling, even my small bed, all white, my wheelchair having been pushed out of the room. Then, my bittersweet escape came, sleep came.

I could see the car barreling at me, I screamed and looked to my friends in fear. The drunken man had lost control of his car, and was headed at us. Courtney, our driver, was trying franticly to start the car so we could move only it kept stalling. She looked at me with wide eyes and the impact came. I remember her scream, the loudest and most horrific above the my other friend who was crying in the back. When the cars slowed to a stop, I saw a blinding white light, then blackness overtook me.

I awoke with a start, sweat drenching me. The same dream had happened since I woke two days ago. I still missed my Courtney, she was my light and my joy in the tough days of school. How would is survive without my best friend, my rock? I knew Kelly had walked away from the scene with a few broken bones, but not me. I was almost paralyzed.

For the fist time, I felt a little strength, thinking about my brave Friend who had walked away and braved school, . I hit the button and lowered my bed to the lowest setting and rolled onto the floor with a soft thump. The door opened and I screwed my eyes shut, oh no, I have been caught. But, no, my friend Brandon entered the room. He was supposed to be with us in the car that fateful day and now felt pain that it was me instead of him that got hit. He wanted to help his little sister walk their four Dogs, so I went instead. He wanted me to go anyway, to go to the concert.

"Need a boost?" he asked cautiously. I could scarcely see him in the dark room, but the hallway light showed me his silhouette. He must have been waiting out there all night, well, more like half of the night. I nodded an he hurried over, his sneakers making small thuds as they hit the tiled floor. I wrapped my right arm around his shoulders and my left help onto his hand. Slowly he brought me to a standing position, my weight on him. Shakily, I took a step forward with him making eye contact. Warmth swarmed me, this is what I needed, just a little support and I could do this. I could do anything with support. I could, no, I would do this. A small grin formed on my lips.

One day, I will walk.