Riotreader part 1. the beginning
I was born on july 22 in 1992 in a little village called Hampton. There were three important people in my childhood. First of all my Dad, he is the best dad you can imagine. I remember sitting on his legs when I was little, asking him to tell me stories about mum. She died when I was only 2 years old and according to my dad she was the most beautiful mum for me. Second there was Flavours. She is the nabours cat but I loved her like a sister. In third place was my best friend Karl. Karl had a big family, 5 brothers and a mum and a dad. I was always jealous of that as it was only me and my dad at my home. I had a great childhood. I played a lot in the garden Karl. When we were older 13 or 14 probably, Karl took me out to my first real party at a friends house. I drank alcohol and smoked a cigarett. We felt ever so free. At my 17 birthday I had a suprise birthday party at my dads house. He stayed at a friends place and Karl invited all friends from school and the basketball club I joined a few years ago. It was a fantastic party and I felt so proud that Karl did this for me.
Some time that night Karl said "let me take you for a ride" He took me into his dads car and though he did not own a driving licence yet he started to drive around the village. It was a cabriolet and I felt like my life couldnt get better. I was free. I was loved. I had friends.
Then suddenly lights appeared right in front of us. They came closer very fast. I first thaught they were just street lights but realising it was another vehicle I started screaming. It was coming straight at us. Karl pulled over to the left but his reaction was not fast enough. He was too drunk to realize it I think. I saw the moment of the crsh coming and couldnt do anything. I was seat belted into the seat and thought I would die here. The crash was massive. I was thrown to the front, then back again. It was loud. Then it stopped. Was I dead? Everything went black for a few seconds. But then it came back to life. I felt something running down my face and wiped over it with my left hand, it was blood. Trying to find where it comes from I lifted my right arm but...nothing was there but a bloody rest of skin and muscels hanging out of my shoulder. I was shocked, I felt sick. Trying not to look at that I turned my head down only to see that my legs were squished between the seat and the car. The front glass of the came down and cut right through my legs. There was blood everywhere. Karl was screaming. Then everything went black.
Waking up in hospital wasnt fun. I didnt feel any pain, but I remembered everything instantly. It was basically hitting me right into my head. My eyesight was wierd somehow but I still was able to watch down my body. My right shoulder ended in a stump that was not longer than 5 cm. It was bandaged and a little tube came out of it. My legs were under a blanket. They looked ok, but I couldnt move or feel them properly. So I carefully moved the blanket with my left arm. What seemed to be my legs were cuchens on which my right leg stump was put on. From my left leg was nothing left. It was amputatet right down the hip. I was shoked. I thaught that it maybe all was only a dream so I tried to stay calm and wait for the waking up moment. Then a nurse came in. She explained what happend, what the medical issues were and how my life was going to carry on.The next two weeks consistet of having someone moving the stumps up and down to build up muscels and closing my eyes when there where bandage changes. People like my dad walking in, telling me that Karl only has got a broken arm and that everyone is worrying about me. I didnt care. Everything seemed wrong and surreal to me.
Then one day a new doctor walked in. "You are done with lying around" he said "Time to start living again!" I thought - what a fucker- but he pulled a wheelchair through the door and started unbandaging the remainings of my limbs. When I closed my eyes like ususal he forced me to open them. And for the first time I saw the stumps. My legs looked ok. The arm stump was disguasting. There was obviously skin pulled up and around the stumpt to close it and the scarves from that werent ready healed yet.
"Try to move them yourself" the doctor said. I was able to move the arm stump, right, left, up and down. It looked funny, it was just such a tiny movement though I felt like moving a whole arm. Also the right leg stump was ok. It was very easy to move it around while lying on my back. But as there was no bone left from my left leg I felt like I was moving the leg, but only my hip muscels were moving a little bit up and down. "You see that you are able to move. That is worth a lot"
to be continued...
