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1-Dreaming.

A/N: pretty new at this so don't judge, and if you must, do it in private messages not in the comments, thanks. P.S. above is Jayde.

          I'm dreaming. I mean, I have to be, right? There's no way, not even a tiny chance that this could be happening to me. I don't remember much beyond the basics. My name is Jayde Pearce, I live in Los Angeles, California. I have a sister, I think her name is Madeliene. My best friend's name is Blair Powers. My dad's name is Kent Pearce.  I go to a school called Troy High School. That's really it.

          I slowly come to the realization that I am, in fact, not dreaming. The slow and steady  beeping that is the heart monitor starts to haunt me. The feeling I'm getting is one that is very familiar but one that nobody wants to have. I kind of feel nauseous, but with a slight hint of something else that is vague, but illusive enough to hook me on to see what it is. I wake up and am immediately met with three faces, Blair's, Dad's, and Madeliene's, all staring at me like they haven't seen me in forever which is weird, because I don't even know what's happening but I swear the way they're looking at me is more than scary, and it can't possibly be that bad. 

      "Oh thank the lord." comes out of Blair first.

      "Blair?"

       She instantly smiles, and I still don't know why. I don't know why I'm here, I don't know what happened, and I don't know why everyone's standing over me.

     "Dad? Madeliene?"

     "Oh Jayde, we're so happy you're awake. Do you remember anything? Blair, honey, will you go get the doctor?" Dad threw all that out one breath and I'm a little surprised he could.

     Blair returned a few moments later with a doctor who I didn't know, I'd never seen her before in my life.

     "Hello Mrs. Pearce, I'm Dr. Thomas," she said as she started to check my heartbeat and other things that doctors do, "I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to answer to the best of your ability for me, okay?"

     I nodded my head to show that I understood.

     "Okay, let's start off with something simple. What's your name?"

     "Jayde Pearce."

     "Good, where do you live?"

     "Los Angeles, California."

     "Okay, can you tell me something about your family?"

     "I live with my dad and my sister, she's older than me, we have a pretty big house, and my mom died when I was really young." At that last part, I saw Dad's smile turn into a small frown, and Madeliene's eyes went a little hazy.

     "Anything else?"

     "I go to Troy High School, I'm a junior, I'm a cheerleader, my best friend's name is Blair," I looked over at Blair, and she smiled, "I have a few more friends, but none of them matter as much as her." I laughed a little bit."

     "Okay, I think that'll be enough for now." Dr. Kennedy said. "Jayde, can you write your name for me?"

     She handed me a piece of paper and a pencil and I wrote it down.

     "Oooooo-kay. Can you sit up for me?"

     I sat up and it hurt a little bit but after a few seconds, it didn't.

     "Good. Now for the moment of truth, can you lift one of your legs up for me."

      I tried to lift my leg up, it wouldn't move. I tried again, nothing. My eyes started to tear up, I couldn't move them, I couldn't feel them, it was as if they weren't even there. I looked over to my family, and they looked like they were going to cry.

     "I-I can't move my legs, what's wrong with them." I said through tears.

     "Jayde, I don't know how to say this, but I guess I'll just have to, you were in a car accident, a bad one. You've been in a coma for 2 weeks, just yesterday, we weren't really sure if you were going to make it. The police have determined that the reason for your crash was a drunk driver, and the fact that you were trying to answer a text. The cops found your phone about 10 feet from the car and you had been typing right before the accident had been reported, you didn't get launched but you broke your spine in the accident, you're paralyzed from the waist down, Jayde. You may never walk again, I'm so so sorry." Dr. Kennedy said, she sounded kinda sad, but after that I just didn't focus on anything. 

     I lost it, tears streamed down my face, I bawled, my family rushed to hug me but I couldn't be bothered to even move. I felt like I was drowning, like everything else had faded. You know those dreams you have where you come face to face with someone like a mugger or murderer and they have a gun pointing right at you and it's just you and that person no one else. At that point in time, you know that you're definitely going to die? That's how this feels. It feels like at any point, they're going to pull that trigger, and I don't know how I'm going to deal with that.

     Everyone was trying to talk at one time, Dad, Blair, Madeliene, everyone, the doctor had left the room, to let us have private time, I assume. But I just couldn't take it anymore.

    Through the tears, through the ache that had made it's way into my stomach and my throat, I just yelled. 

     "STOP. I just can't take this, everyone, please stop."

     They instantly stopped, but that didn't make anything better, like I thought it would.

     I'm still paralyzed, I'm still in the hospital, I still won't ever walk again, so in the end, I'm still here, being me, just the helpless, pathetic version of me that doesn't know what to do.

Thanks for reading and have a fantastic day!

                                                                           ~Katherine.