Roads Long Forgotten [CANCELLED]

Chapter 5: Melony, Wake Up

I wake up crying and curled up into a small ball. Immediately, my brother Blake is there to comfort me. I spend what feels like a millenia crying into my brother while he reassures me that it was only a dream, it wasn't real, it would only ever be a dream. Never once did I notice the hand-shaped burn marks on my bed and the glass from shattered light bulbs peppering the floor of my bedroom.

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I started the "treatment" a month ago. My parents surprised me with the news that they had found out through their network of clients and friends in the medical field about an experimental treatment to help fix my paralysis.

For as long as I can remember, I've been unable to feel or move anything below my waist, hence the wheelchair. My parents say I've been like this since I began to lose feeling in my feet when I was the ripe age of two. For just as long I've dealt with the fact that I would never be able to walk, so I took what I could do and ran with it per say.

As soon as my parents told me that it was my choice whether or not to pursue the treatment for my paralysis, I jumped at the opportunity. Well, not literally, since I couldn't walk at the time. But now, I'm capable of running a marathon if I choose. When I began the treatment, my brother Blake did as well, which seems odd because his legs are just fine. But the people in charge of the treatment decided to give it to him as well in case whatever caused my paralysis was sitting dormant inside him, with my parents permission of course.

The best part of this treatment is that there is relatively no side effects. Aside from the occasional night terror, such as what happened to me last night, and occasionally feeling a little dizzy or nauseous, there's nothing that's related to the treatment that could harm me. It's as if I was never paralysed in the first place.