It's Hard To Save The World

Chapter 1

Alexis:

   It has been three weeks since my accident and honestly I feel fine. Doctors told me I shouldn't be fine, that I should be in a wheelchair. I really don't see why. All I remember was flying off the road then waking up in the hospital. I will admit though, my legs were quite bruised and ached a little but nothing felt wrong, like really wrong. It didn't feel like I had just crashed a car and received a 10+ hour long surgery. 

   My dad, James Garret, aka the best dad ever, told me what had happened to me was impossible. He said he had found some doctor, I think his name was Green or something like that, who was a paralysis specialist that was supposed to help me. Apparently he did a little more than that. He disappeared shortly after my "magic" healing. 

   They released me from the hospital after a week with no negative changes but I was put under constant surveillance by doctors and my dad. I have a nurse that comes and checks on me every day and my dad doesn't know what personal space is anymore. I mean, I love him and all, but I love my privacy and alone time just a tiny bit more. I'm not even allowed to leave the house without him coming with me just in case I have some sort of "incident." 

   Finally I make my mind. I gotta get out of this house...Alone.

   "Hey Dad," I say, casually strolling past him in the living room to the kitchen, "I've been thinking."

   "No," he said bluntly, not even looking up from his phone, which he seemed more engrossed in then normal lately. 

   "No what? I haven't even told you what I was thinking yet." I grabbed a half eaten sandwich I had left in the fridge early the other day for later consumption. 

   "You're gonna say that you want to go out by yourself." His eyes flicked up to me then back to his phone. 

   "Well there really isn't a reason for me not to go out by myself. I'm fine really." I did a twirl into the living room and jumped, landing on the couch perfectly. 

   "Alexis," His tone became serious and his brow furrowed as he frowned, "you are not fine. You had a car accident, were told you would never walk again, then magically got healed and could walk again all within a three day span. There has to be something wrong and until that is figured out I don't want you out of my sight." 

   "Come on Dad." I pleaded, "I'm 19 now, pretty much an adult. Well actually no I am an adult. So I really don't need your permission." 

   I got up to go grab the car keys that always hung on a little magnetic hook I made for my mom when I was like 5. It had a cute little tiny purple unicorn painted on it with a black diamond on the head. Purple was my favorite color. Still is actually. 

   "You need a car if you plan on driving anywhere." He stated coldly, finally putting away his phone and giving me his full attention. 

   That was a low blow. I didn't even want to grace him with a reply so I just walked out the front door in silence. Remember that best dad ever thing? I think I may take that back now. 

   It was midday so I had awhile before things got dark and we only lived about twenty minutes away from downtown on foot. It was nice to get out into the open air. Just me and my thoughts. I watched the birds fly over my head and a random squirrel come out of nowhere and flee from me. 

   Wait a minute. Why was that squirrel moving so slow. Come to think of it the birds were moving kinda slow too. What the heck.

   I approached the squirrel and stroked it's back, fully expecting it to run away when I touched it, but it stayed in place. It was as if it was moving in slow motion. I watched as it's tiny legs moved ever so slowly forward as though it was trying to run. This is so crazy. I must be dreaming.