Harper Brown✔ [ Sequel to Being McKenzie Prince]

Chapter One

Six months ago I attempted to commit suicide. I jumped off the pier into the ocean. In my mind I was finally going to be able to escape. I was going to be free. Unfortunately things did not work out that way and I fell into a coma for two months. That has got to be one of the most cliché things ever to happen, but it did. They thought that I would never wake up or that I would be brain damaged. I am a miracle apparently. Not that I feel that way.

As luck or fate would have it, I woke up four months ago. The first thing I realized with an immense shock was that I was not dead. I could not even get that right.

I failed to kill myself just like I seem to fail at everything.

I could not speak as there was a tube blocking my throat. Even after they removed it I struggled to form even the most basic of words. I could not even tell them I wanted 'water'. My skull burned with a sensation of pain I had never experienced. It was a constant throbbing. There was a scar that ran along the left side of my head just behind my ear all the way to the back of my head just behind my right ear. There were lesions all over my body from lying still for almost two months. I had patches of hair. I weighed about 49 kilograms and I was mostly skin and bones. I was a mere shadow of the person I used to be.

The last four months I had to relearn everything. I had to learn how to speak again, how to swallow, how to sit up and how to use a wheelchair. I was still basically useless when it came to the latter.

It would have been amazing if I could say that I had this a near death experience or that I saw heaven or hell while I was in a coma, but no, I did not. I clearly remembered all of the actions that lead me to jump off the pier. I clearly remembered how I felt when I walked towards the edge of the pier and I saw McKenzie Prince sitting there. The outcast in our school. We never really got along. I think that most of the hostility we had towards each other was because I was always mean towards her and her twin brother Skylar.

I am what people would consider a bully. Rather them than me. It is a dog eat dog world out there. School was the only place I had any form of control.

Our whole conversation was a blank. I know that we spoke, but up to this day I cannot really remember what we said to each other. I remember that I jumped. I remember what it felt like to drown and then there was this unbearable pain that swept down my body. The darkness followed after the pain. No white light or drifting above my own body, just darkness. Nothing. It was like only a second passed between me dying in the water and me waking up in the hospital bed. Even though it felt like a second for me months had passed and things had drastically changed.

I have not left the Hospital since I woke up. My father decided that I would not leave the Hospital until I could walk again. The Doctor's cannot say without a doubt that the paralyses is permanent or temporary. There was some damage to my spinal cord during the incident. My father has the best and most expensive Doctors working on the case. He also has a team of Physical Therapists and other rehabilitation specialists working on it. He believes that he can get anything and everything he wants by throwing money at it. Unfortunately for him money was not going to solve this problem.

I rolled with my wheelchair towards my laptop that stood on a table next to the bed. At least I was allowed to have my laptop with me otherwise I would have gone insane. Not one of my so-called friends have shown up to see me. Not even Brian, my best friend. He must know why I would want to hurt myself. He is the only one who does. Heck. Not even my sister has shown up to visit me. Not that it matters. Who needed friends? Who needed family?

The boredom was slowly killing me though.

" I thought that you could use some company...I brought Ice Cream. I find that Ice Cream is like laughter, you know, the whole best medicine thing. If that makes any sense" I turned around.