Chapter 1: Without warning

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Here are the first three things I learned about being in a wheel chair
1:You have to ask for help all the time
2:You actually have to ask for help ALL the time
3:After a while, the help starts to become a burden to other
     After the accident, when I was ten, I was paralyzed waist down therefore I was stuck to the wheel chair most of the time. Luckily, Johnson Hurlday, my boyfriend decided to take care of me 24/7 . However, what I'm afraid of is that Hurlday would leave me one day. My thought came true "unexpectedly".
"Please don't leave me, Hurlday!"I pleaded him
"Go away, you shit. You are just a burden to me. Instead I'm the one who needs to beg you not to implicate me!" Hurlday shouted in my
face.
     "..." His words were like arrows piercing into my heart, one by one. Tears started to brim in my eyes but I fought back my tears.
     " I know you don't mean it! I know you love me . Please don't do this to me!" I knelt down on the floor."I'm willing to change if I'm not good enough for you !" This moment, my pride and dignity are already not important. Tears streamed down my cheeks like water splashing onto the shore.
     "I'm so damm tired of you, please let go of me, I would greatly thank and appreciate you if you would !" Hurlday slapped me in the face.
Being deeply in love with Hurlday, I did not give up our relationship. I clutched onto Hurlday jeans helplessly, trying to hold him back
"Go away!"
"Bang..."the door slammed as Hurlday stomped out of the house.
Torture...abundance in pain.
Speechless...a lack of understanding in explanation
Words that cannot explain, why I felt that way
Happiness...slowly draining away.
Destroyed by immense suffocation.
Killing all but a sense of exasperation.

What did i do...
Did Hurlday even love me before...
Don't leave me...
I won't give up on you...
I will wait for you...
I dozed off into a sad dream...
Without warning, our blessed and happy relationship ended. It really ended...
My fragile heart of dust is now sealed shut with wires of fear that reign.

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