Broken Ballerina

Chapter One

I woke up surrounded by nurses on a hospital bed. My mum sat in the armchair in the corner of the room. My sister Jane sat curled up in a ball crying on the floor.

"Rose!" My mum shouts as she jumps across the room. "You're awake!"

"Ro??" My sister exclaims.

"How you doing Rose?" Asks a nurse to my left.

I don't answer. I'm trying to contemplate what's going on. How did I get in a hospital bed? The last thing I remember was being in the car coming home from ballet. I don't understand.

"Ro please answer" Jane whispers as she strokes my forehead. I move my arm and grunt. I glance down at my arm and see a needle connecting me to a drip. I grunt and Jane and my mother sigh in relief.

"We thought you were dead!" Says Jane. "I'm so sorry Ro I'm so sorry" she sobs.

"What's going on?" I whisper.

"Jane almost killed you." My mum says angrily.

"It was an accident it wasn't my fault anyways! I was driving correctly please Rosie I'm sorry!" Jane exclaims. My mum and Jane begin to argue across the bed as the nurses clear out.

After about what felt like ten years of my mum and sister fighting, my dad and little brother burst in the door. My dad rushes over to my side as my little brother Ben rushes to the end of the bed and switches on the TV. he's only seven so he doesn't really understand what's going on. Neither do I to be honest. I have no idea what everyone's fussing about. I mean sure my head is a bit sore but I'm fine. Ok I'm lying. I'm actually aching in pain. My arms are sore. My legs are too sore to even think about moving. And the worst part is, I have no idea why.

I sit in silence for the next twenty minutes as my dad tries to calm my mum and sister down. Whilst they do this, I try to get words out. After those twenty minutes, I succeed.

"Guys" I say quietly. "What happened? And please don't fight while you tell me."

"Well" Jane begins. "I picked you up from ballet class. We were on our way home and the traffic was crazy. We got to a junction and while we were crossing it, a van on your side of the car ran their light and well I guess you can complete the story. You've been in a coma for two days. And they had to do an operation on your legs, and - " Tears fills janes big round blue eyes and streak down her round face.

"What?" I ask.

"Mum I can't tell her" says Jane as the runs into the bathroom crying.

"Mum, what is it?" I say as loud as I can.

"Well.. Um... Honey.. I was talking to your doctor, Dr. Moore earlier and well, she said that you can no longer dance because of your legs."

My heart stops. No more dancing? How could this have happened!? No! I need to dance! I have to its my whole life! Why me? Why?? All I want to do is dance! "No!" I manage to shout. "NO!" I try to get up but my drip pulls me back.

"I'm so sorry honey" my dad says patting my long blonde hair. I can feel my big blue eyes filling up with tears.

"How can this happen!? Never dance again?" I ask.

"I'm so sorry honey" my mum whispers.

A women who I'm guessing is Dr. Moore came into the room holding a clip board. She looks young for a doctor. She's slim and small. She looks an awful lot like Jane. Tanned, big blue eyes, long brown hair. Except Jane has pink dye at the end of her hair. But other than that they could be sisters. She seems nice for someone who has just torn all of my dreams apart. I sit up in the bed as she introduces herself.