Recovery

Chapter3|Silva

I can never forget Silva's first day of school. She rolled into class. Literally.

Everybody knew who she was and as her wheelchair got stuck in the door way they all hurried and ganged up around her  to help.
She seemed very loved and cared for and that alone made me smile. She didn't pay much attention to me, "the new student that made no friends" . And of course,  I didn't make effort either.
Until that same day during the afternoon, while I was in the bathroom trying to skip as much of math class as possible, I bump into her. Nervous , I ask her .
-"What's wrong?"
•"nothing I'm just umm.. I needed some time alone that's all "
-is this why you're late to every class?
-•"ehmm.. yes.
-is everything alright? Are you in pain?
•i dont know, you see all those faces that smile at me and ask me if I need anything every 5 minutes?
- yes , ( wondering why in the world isn't she happy, some people crave that attention)
•last year, nobody cared about me , I was never invited to their parties and when we had group projects I was the one left out. They only care now out of pity! And I don't need their pity I'm fine. This is God's will.
- Staring at her, confused I say," I'm really bad at comforting people , I'm sorry I don't know what to say"
-•I'm sorry you had to hear that, Its okay, you better get back to class"

On my way back to class, I cursed myself in all sort of ways. Couldn't I just hug her and say I'm here for you ? Or don't worry it's going to be alright? Ugh...

I couldn't get her off my mind, I knew how it felt like to be sad and didn't wish it for anyone . I remember mentally preparing myself to walk up to her and start a conversation, but only the beginning was hard. Minute after minute I released something odd. Talking to her didn't require effort nor stress. I was able to breath !

Which is why now, If i ever feel that my relationship with someone makes me uncomfortable or anxious, I simply stay away.
During our first proper conversation she asked me a bunch of questions. She seemed interested in me which made me feel weird. I explained to her how I missed  horse riding, how precious my dear grandmother is to me, how I hate cats and all the shows i was obsessed with at the time.
I even ranted about that obnoxious noise made when a spoon is dropped on the floor and how it makes me cringe. She screamed in excitement and reached out to me! Announcing how finally somebody understood her. We bonded quickly.

My intention was just to make sure she is alright and return to my bubble, but somehow it's like she locked me in her wonderful, colorful bubble.

She listened and listened and listened. That lunch break went by so quick. She got excited when we had something in common and her green eyes grew wider every time I said something odd.

From that same conversation I realized she was very mature for her age, Maybe its the accident? She did dodge every question I asked about her accident and I understood that. Maybe she wasn't ready.
You can't just expect someone to accept the fact that they will never ever walk, run or do any activity their whole life. But she was doing a great job, massive tragedy yet she smiled through every morning.

She was very beautiful with blonde hair that I wanted to just braid over and over.   Greenish eyes and a little bit chubby which made her so adorable. When she smiled, the whole room lit.

I feel like I'm in love from the way I admire her, but every girl needs a Silva.
In fact, not necessarily a girl. Anybody.

Although she was restricted, stuck in a wheelchair,  she made me jump up and down like a lunatic!
She didn't tell me " you're great" , " i love you " , but her hug every morning and afternoon implied just that. She shared with me her Turkish snacks, taught me as many words as possible and made me feel home.
She was right though, look what pity does to people. Just like regret. Stronger than gratitude and appreciation.

Sometimes, yes I do run off the story I want to tell. But that is because along with every memory comes a lesson and a piece of advice.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 📝
hey guys ^.^ I hope you guys enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoy telling it. Do comment your honest opinions and share your advice. I hope what I'm trying to convey in every chapter is clear enough. Comment down below what you guys think? Should I add a cast? 
Ps. The girl above is supposed to be Silva