Batgirl:Recevory

Recevory

I'd like to believe tragedy strikes for a reason. That when it tears someone's world apart its intentions are to make that person learn to heal and become stronger. I'd like to believe that the day I was shot everybody else's world stopped along with my own. I'd like to believe I could defend myself then, that the joker's crooked smile shot through my mind as fast as his bullet. I'd like to believe I didn't freeze. But I did, and that is a burden I will have to carry for the rest of my life.

The days in the hospital have begun to blend together.out of The rooms, food, and people the only thing that exceeds dull is the pain. Every so often the meds would wear off, I'd find my body overcome with it, as if the joker's bullet still piercing through my body was digging deeper. This crude sensation traveled from my spine extending outward to my fingertips, it seemed to stretch everywhere following every muscle, and at the muscles routes, the bone. Everywhere except for my legs. As I was told doctors fought long and hard for my life, but in the end they only were able to bring back half of me.( explain what happened) therefore leaving my legs utterly useless.

I sat up in my hospital bed, my eyes fixed on the window, my mind wandering. After a quick knock on the door it swung open and my father stood in the doorframe wearing a grin. "Guess who brought donuts?" He chimed holding up a small paper bag. Everything that has happened lately has left him in worse shape than I, mentally I feared he would never pull himself back to this calm state. Although the commissioner's dark circles and stubble were clearly visible, his eyes were strong and smiled along with the rest of his face. "Embracing the police officer donut cliche I see?" I forced a grin back. I have to be strong for him. I have to be strong for me. I'll always have to be strong.

I'd like to believe I didn't freeze.but I did. And that is a burden I will have to carry for the rest of my life...