I Changed the Bad Boy

Before: 1

I played in the grass with my red toy truck and my daddy on the bench swinging with my mama. They looked at each other and smiled. Daddy kissed mama's soft coffee skin. She smiled. I looked over at Blue and ruffled his hair.

"Come on!" I yelled. I started running to the fields.

"OK I'm come'n!" Blue called back.

I started running faster making sure that Blue was following after me.

"Don't go too far." Mama called back.

I smiled and stopped when I got to the ledge. I looked at the view. I took a breath of the fresh air and sat down. My feet dangling from the ledge.

"Be careful." Blue said sitting right next to me.

We were 12 years old at the time and cuter than a bowl of new born puppies. Growing down south was fun. The adventure's, and strolling through the fields was nice.

Blue grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I smiled and looked down the ledge. Not too far down to kill ya but deep enough to break a few bones. I stood up but slipped and fell off the ledge. My fingers holding on for my life.

"Cecilia!" Blue screamed reaching for me. "Grab my hand."

I tried to reach for his other hand but I couldn't. My hands got slippery and I fell of the ledge. Blinded by the event. All the blood rushing through my body. I took what I thought was my last breath and fell on my back. Unable to move. Just the urge of wanting to live.

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3 years later

I woke up hospitalized. Next to a picture of my mama. And some food. I felt a tube down my nose and throat. I heard beeping noises and saw a thin clear tube inserted in my arm. Besides the beeping it was pretty quiet in the room. I could feel the cool breeze against my chocolate skin. I shuddered a little. Knowing I was down by the bay. I noticed a building I ain't never seen before outside the window. Looked peculiar. It said 'Martin Co.' On the building. I sighed. How long was I out for? Why am I here anyway? What's going on?

I hear the door open and instantly close my eyes.

"Yea she's been in a coma for 3 years."

"Do you know when she'll wake?"

"No. If anything it could be another year."

"Oh my poor baby."

I open my eyes to see two ladies. My mama and a younger looking nurse.
They instantly beam their eyes straight at me in utter shock.

"Baby!" Mama squealed.

I smirked.

"She might not be able to talk for a while." The nurse explained. "So don't get your hopes up that she'll talk back to you."

Mama nodded and sighed.

"When will she be able to be herself again?" Mama asked.

"Well, after a few physical training session...she should be off her feet."
The nurse replied. She smiled and pushed mama out the room.

"So baby cakes. I'm gonna pull these tubes out of your throat." The nurse explained. "It will hurt just a smudge." She smirked and patted my head.

She washed her hands and put on blue gloves. She opened my mouth. And poked the tube. She took her fingers and wrapped them around the tube and ripped it out my throat. It was so fast I couldn't even tell if it hurt or not. My throat ached a little but it felt better to not have that long tube down my throat anymore.

"OK hon. Now I know you're probably wondering what the wilds you're doing here." She trails off. "Oh yes sorry. You fell of a Clift when you were 12. And fell into a coma. Basically broke everything in your body. And were healing in that com's for 3 years and 7 months."

I nodded.

She smiled at me and typed on the computer. Seems like a fairly nice lady.

"OK dear now let's try to move. Were gonna put you through physical therapy and you should be out of the hospital by Monday."

She got out her seat and pulled a wheel chair to me. She lifted me up like I was a slice of sweet potato pie, and plopled me down in the wheel chair. She pushed me down the hall to a room that labeled 'Physical Room'. I bite my lip a tiny bit and shuddered in fear. Worried about physical therapy. The nurse where I later learned name was Laura, helped me out my seat and did a few things with me.

"Ok baby cakes. Move your arm like this." Laura said.

It was hard. Very very hard.