Walker

I liked the way he said things, as if he was afraid I'd put him down if he didnt do it himself. Jamie was stupid like that, the kind of stupid that made you irritated yet in love. That was Jamie for you; stupid fucking Jamie, dead and gone Jamie. Gone like my leg. You see when that semi truck hit our van it didnt hust tear him from my life and orphan me, it took a physical part of me, my right leg. The door on my side crumbled in and sliced clean through the muscle and bone but not clean; no, my stump would be crushed and deformed. I hated that word, stump. Trees had stumps, people were NOT supposed to have stumps. At least that's what they told me when I woke up after my month long medically induced coma. Papa was gone. Mama was gone. Jamie was gone. I was gone.