A Broken Love Story

Chapter 1 The Heart Patient

A Broken Love Story

[1: The Heart Patient]

Every girl has fallen in love at some point in there life. Every girl has experienced the excitement and love that's shared with one another. Every girl except me. I've never experienced being with another person romantically. I've only read all of the tales about a lucky girl finding love and living happily ever after, any girl would be jealous of that. Wanting a perfect life with your perfect other. I could never have that. I can never have the perfect fairy tale life. I'm trapped. In the cage of my own body.

"Scout" a voice coos from above me "It's time to wake up and take your medicine again." My eyes flutter open to the bright lights of my room. A women with bleach blonde hair is bent over me peering into my eyes with her hazel ones. I sit up slowly and set my frail arms down on my lap and look at her expectingly as she reaches over to my bedside table and grabs a large bottle of pills. She opens it and pulls out three huge green pills and sets them on a small trey. She opens a few more bottles and places more pills of all different sizes on the trey before placing it on my lap.

"Hurry and take them," she says while handing me a glass of water. "I'll be back with your lunch." She clicks out of the room on her tall heels and into the hallway. I look down at the pills disgustingly before choking them down one by one. By the time I finish the women is back with a plate of food. She sets the plate down next to me before walking over to the window and tugging the curtains open. I squint my eyes while bright light floods the room. The women then leaves the room once again to let me eat. I look at the plate to see a small piece of bread next to a pile of spaghetti. I cringe before pushing the white covers off of me and tossing my pale legs over the side of the bed. I push myself off the bed into my shaking legs. I wobble over to my wheelchair before sitting onto the uncomfortable seat. I wheel myself over to the white door before pushing it open. I roll down the hallway passing the other doors on my floor.

"Scout what are you doing out of your room?! You know your body can't take this!" A shrill voice calls from the end of the hall. I groan internally and someone grabs the handles on my wheelchair and rolls me back to my room. I'm lifted back up onto my bed by the person as I close my eyes. Another failed attempt.

"Scout you can't keep doing this" the voice says to me. "You can seriously harm yourself! What would happen of your lungs suddenly stopped working while you where up on the roof? Who would help you then!? You have to stay in your room so we can monitor your condition." The voice continues to talk but I've heard this lecture to many times. I slowly start to fall asleep. Falling into the inescapable darkness once again.

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I lie still in my bed once again. I've lost track of how many years I've been here. Ever since my lungs stopped working. I was born a little over a month to early and my lungs where underdeveloped causing many different problems. Before my little catastrophe my lungs worked fine for the time being. No one had found the problem yet. That lasted for another year until I collapsed from the lack of oxygen randomly. My oh so caring parents finally took me to the hospital after the third time I passed out. The doctors discovered that my lungs took in half the amount of oxygen that a normal human being intakes causing my lungs to work harder to breathe. All of this eventually led to me not having enough oxygenated blood and my body would quit working. And once again my parents brought me to the hospital where I have stayed in the same room for about ten years, but honestly I've lost track of the time. I was normally the only patient on this floor. Once in a while there was a few cancer patients that where moved temporarily a few rooms down from me. Now it's only me.