Freedom Creative Writing Essay

766 WordsMay 12, 20144 Pages
I’m numb. Ever since the fall, I have been numb. I can’t walk, I can’t do anything. Mum heaved me out of my wheel chair and sat me on my bed. Mum has to do everything for me now, I can’t wash myself, dress myself, and I can’t do anything. I sat there, staring at the wall as mum lifted my legs and swung me onto my bed. She tucked me in. Mum has supported me ever since the fall but ever since she had to care for me her soft features have crumbled to fatigue, her short crimson hair was now streaked with silver, her hazel eyes were missing the sparkle of light that used to light up everything she touched. Mum was only half the person she used to be and all because of my fall. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to consume me. As I did every night I began to wonder what if. What if I didn’t fall? What if I could still walk? What if. As I drifted into a restless sleep images began to haunt me, the hand of fear clutched my chest. I’m standing at the top of the stairs, the carpet glowing white that seemed unnatural. The stairs seemed to dominate the whole lounge room. There was a yell behind me piercing my ears. I spun around to see my mum standing in the door way, yelling at me for some pointless silly drama I can’t even recall. I went to leave. I had to get out of the house. I turned quickly without even thinking of where I was, my eyes on the front door. Then I fell. Every stair brought waves of excruciating pain. I remember mum screaming, running downstairs to me. I remember the fear in her eyes, cradling my head, not knowing what to do. Then everything slowly faded to darkness. Cold. Clinicial. Crushed. I’m in a hospital bed, surrounded by heartless machines. I try to get up, but my legs don’t move. I can’t feel my legs!! I whisper.. “what… why…?” Mum wakes up with a start and cries, squeezing my hand and kissing my forehead. I only take

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