Dear Mirror,
Where am I, how did I get here, the questions that pound in my conscious parallel to the rhythm
of my heartbeat. A heartbeat that was nearly taken away from me. How can you describe a pain
that you are numb too. My mind as cloudy as Georgia's weather in the fall, my eyes weary from
the shower of tears fallen from my face, my cheeks as red as wet roses blooming in the spring.
My arms covered with wounds that mimic abstract drawings of the deep Forrest, hands covered
in black as if I was finger painting and my legs remind me of wet noodles, lifeless and without
structure. How could pain seem so beautiful? How could reality be so cruel? What exactly did
I get my self into? This question was yet to be answered and it was killing me. Busting through
double door after double door the air got colder and people got louder, everything started to
come to me all at once. "Do you know what happened to you sir?" the doctor asked me in a very
timid voice. Worry drained the blood from my face until my skin was pale as mayonnaise.
Why does he look like that? Why is everyone behaving so chaotic? Why am I feeling
what I'm feeling? From cold room to cold room, I felt like a science experiment the way they
collected their data on me, yet still, no one has told me what happened. Should I remember my
last chain of events before this moment? The medicine modified my body until my eyes started
to rest. As I wake, my parents over my body like a hawk over its prey, "Honey are you ok", they
both asked anxiously about my answer. What really happened? I began to feel really annoyed with not
knowing. "You were hit by the campus shuttle sir", the doctor explained. "You suffered a minor
concussion and bruises to your upper body and...". He paused as if he was about to tell his
a daughter that her puppy died or something, "You also suffered a severe spinal injury called
paraplegia". My heart dropped. Does this mean that I might not be able to walk? What about my
scholarship? Will I be able to dance again? "Expect the worse and hope for the best", I repeated
trying to make the best out of the situation but nothing could prepare me for what was next
in my life, I was suddenly a crippled man physically, emotionally, and mentally. How could this
have happened to me? How did I get my self in this mess anyway? Mirror, how did this all begin?
Memory is the lane I must travel to know what I am destined for.
Until we meet again,
Indigo
August 8, 2018
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Indigo's Mirror
RomanceIndigo Wilson just turned 18 with a proud future in front him when he gets accepted to NYU as a dance major. However an accident could cost him his ability to move. He falls in love with Eva Sanchez an aspiring nurse from Puerto Rico at the hospital...
