bluesaphron
'Emelia Brown, eighteen years old, her whole life ahead of her, a bright future to come, until she is struck down in a hit and run.
You know the rest, you know how it's meant to go. I'm meant to die, well I should have. I should be
dead right now, but thankfully I'm not. I'm alive, but only just. I'm only just alive, and only I can change that.'
She has thirty days. Thirty days to decide whether she lives or dies. Thirty days to convince herself that she's better off alive than dead. Dead, people will only suffer a little while, but they will move on, that' all a part of grieving.
If Emelia lives, she lives with amnesia, paralysis from the waist down, and a speech impediment by which she cannot talk. Never again will she be able to use that sharp mouth of hers to put someone in their place or tell the boy she loves exactly how she feels. Because her life will be full of maybe's and perhaps'.
Maybe she'll be able to walk again?
Perhaps she'll be able to speak again?
Maybe she'll remember our names and our faces?
Perhaps she will be able to pursue a career in psychology?
Maybe the girl we once knew will come back to us?
Perhaps she won't give up on her life?
Maybe she will wake up and everything will be all right?
And perhaps not.