If the raindrops fell differently

Chapter 4

    
AUTHORS NOTE!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~If anyone here has not read the changes that I have made in the prologue, read it now.You will not understand Chapter 5 if you don't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I rolled into the front door of a beautiful wooden house. It was very big. But the smell of pigs and cows really ruined the mood. My "parents" had told me that this was the house that I lived in before my accident. The boy named Chris, showed me to a room. The door was painted white and had pictures of many different people. The letters JANE were written on the door. Inside, there was a big, baby pink coloured bed with 4 posts that held up a canopy over the top. The walls of the room had flowered wallpapering but most of it was covered by medals, awards, pictures, and the letter J. The floor was carpet and was covered with dolls and stuffed animals. In the corner was a dresser, each drawer painted a different colour. The top pink, the second orange, then blue, green, and purple. The room was very nice.
"This is your room," said Chris as he showed me around. I noticed that there were 3 doors in the room.
"Where does that one go to?" I pointed at a door in the back corner of the room.
"I'll show you," he replied. I liked Chris. He seemed cool. If only I could remember him.

We walked through the door and into a big room. There were 2 beds, one white metal and one wooden. The white metal bed had a pink comforter with pattering on it. The pillow matched. The wooden bed had a blue quilt and a white pillow, and another red in the shape of a heart. There were 2 desks, 2 dressers and 2 signs that read Rebecca and Sadie.
"Is this the room of my sisters?" I asked Chris.
"Yep," he replied. "C'mon, I'll show you my room." He rolled my wheelchair into a bedroom. It was a mess. But I noticed on the wall that there were pictures. Many pictures. Of a girl. In one of them, her hair was a red-brown colour, put into a french braid down the back. She was wearing an outfit that was nice. She was standing next to a horse, a big horse. The fur was white with black spots in it. On the horse was a ribbon. It read #1 RIDER.
"That's you, before your accident," Chris told me. Me? I was a rider before my accident? I felt like that couldn't have been me.
     "Why am I in all of these pictures?" I asked him.
     "Cause you are- were my best friend." I knew that everyone wanted me to remember them, but I just couldn't. Chris seemed to be taking this the hardest.
     "Are you hungry?" Chris asked me completely changing the subject.
     "Sure why not."

     In the kitchen was a little bed. Inside was a little dog. She had curly brown fur and a little collar. It read Winnie. She ran up to my chair and shoved her nose into my leg with the cast on it.
     "Why is she doing this?" I asked Chris, nervously.
     "Because she is your dog. Winnie," he replied.
     "Do I like dogs?"
     "Almost as much as me... And pigs," Chris told me in a joking matter.
     "I... Like... Pigs?! Ewww!" I was disgusted. Pigs were cute and all, but I didn't know that they were my friends.
     "Yep, Toots was your favourite," Chris told me as he pointed out the window into the pig pen.
     "Which one is Toots?"
     "The one that is rolling around on it's back. You see her?"
     "Yeah, she's cute. Is she still a piglet?"
     "No, she's a few years old. Toots was the runt of the litter. They almost killed her, but you saved her life."
     I was confused, "did I run in and steal the knife from the butchers hand and took Toots home with me to live happily ever after?" We laughed.
     "No," said Chris still laughing, "if you hadn't picked her out at the Mc.Dracey's farm, she would have been supper. You're a hero."
     Hearing this made me feel so proud. I was a hero. Maybe it was a pig that I saved, but none the less it was a life. I knew that remembering my life would be hard, but I never thought that I would have this much trouble.