My pc deleted all of my existing stories so I now present you with this new story.

Summary:I had dreams of playing with my children in the future. That all changed when I was 10. I was hit by a car and it paralyzed me. My elder brother waited on me hand and foot because I couldn't move at all. He always turned on the TV to transformers my favorite show. 10 years later my brother was married. His wife hated me with a passion...read the story to figure out the whole truth.

Let the story begin.

Most wonder at the possibilities when so young. I had dreams of growing old with a nice boy watching my children play in a large yard.

My dreams were cut short. I'll tell you the whole story from start to finish. Let us hope you don't cry that my life will set an example.

I was once a happy little ten year old, with nice stormy blue-grey eyes, and long feathery black hair. My brother was fifteen at the time it happened.

I loved animals the same for my brother, John was his name he loved me and swore to stay with me after our mother had died of cancer.

One day it was really nice outside my brother invited a few of his friends over from high school. Of course she was there my brother's girlfriend. Alice whiler. She hated me with a passion though my brother never saw.

I was playing with my two favorite people beside my brother. His two most trusted friends Jackson Delari, and James Kenton. They were always there when Johnny wasn't.

When I say Alice smirk at me holding my puppy in her hands. She mouthed 'want the puppy' then she threw the dog into the street.

Before anyone could react I sprinted into the street and covered the puppy with my small body. Just before a semi smashed into me I screamed.

Days turn to months when I finally woke up. I tried to move but I couldn't. Johnny was crying so was daddy "Johnny I can't move" that made him sob and pull me to his chest. "I'm sorry Angel I'm so sorry" he sobbed and sobbed.

I spent the next 3 weeks in the hospital to make sure I wasn't in critical condition. I just smiled to keep the others from feeling sad. At night when I was alone I would cry and curse every god that dare take away my ability to walk, to feel, to even touch my own brother.