My names is Coco. My name is Coco Fanfield.
What is my disability? They don't know. One day I woke up. My legs were paralyzed and I couldn't speak. They say my brain shut down. But there's always a trigger.
So my parents paid for me to go to counselling. I went every Saturday to a guy named Robert. He was an okay guy really. But I didn't open up to anyone. He asked me many useless questions and told me to write my answers down on his little notepad.
I really tried my best to answer his questions. But they were stuff like 'how do you feel?' and 'what do you think happened?'. I don't know how I feel. And I certainly do not know what happened.
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Disabled
Short StoryWhen you're disabled, you stick out like a sore thumb. You can't pretend to be normal when you're stuck in a wheelchair and don't have the ability to talk. Life turns depressing and you don't feel the need to live. But...if there's someone special...
