Breakthrough

Fear. I'm quite familiar with that word. I deal with it every second, minute, and hour of every day. It's taken over my life.
But it wasn't always this way. I used to be your typical American teenager. Until the night of my fifteenth birthday. My parents were taking me out to dinner, and a drunk driver hit us. It killed my mom and dad on the spot. It put me in a coma for two weeks, but that's all.
I started out depressed. I wouldn't leave my room, except to go to school or to the bathroom. My aunt had to basically force food down my throat. It slowly starting turning into something worse. I was scared. Scared to talk, scared to walk, scared to live. I now live in fear.
But last week, something happened. It's changing my life, it's changing me.
A breakthrough is coming.