Broken

"His name was Jessie. He liked grunge music and hated his father and didn’t have a mother. When he was twelve he’d been shamelessly in love with Jessica Alba. He had a book full of clean jokes in his room that were so stupid they were almost funny. He was twenty-one years old, a junior in college, and he hated carrots.
That he could remember. All of that seemed menial, now. What did it matter if he’d once watched Avengers three times in a row because he wished he was Iron Man? Jessie couldn’t feel his legs. Couldn’t move them. Hell, he couldn’t even turn his head..."