Your name is Giniveve Holland and you lost both of your legs (about 4 inches below your knees) in a car crash. This is how you lived from then on.
It was just another day in your hometown of (insert hometown here cuz I'm to lazy to do it) and track practice was over. You couldn't wait to get home, flop down on the couch, and play some more Kingdom Hearts. You gathered your things pulled your long black hair out of its ponytail and walked slowly behind the other girls on your team.
Frankly you weren't much of a chatty person and many would consider you mute you were mostly on the team because you loved to run, and everyone in school praised you for being "The Fastest Thing on Two Feet." Your dream was get a gold medal in the Olympics and then settle down and open a bookstore. You loved to read almost as much as you loved to run if you were bored of video games you were reading or running around your neighborhood whooping for joy or swimming (which is why you never had track tan).
All the other girls were complaining about how exhausted they were or buzzing over the excitement for the next track meet. You took a deep breath, it smelled clean and crisp, with a hint of tacos because of the Mexican place right down the street. You walked over to your mom's car and got in.
"Good practice?" she asked, turning the car on and pulling out of the parking lot.
"Meh. The usual, but coach had us do five laps on warm up instead of four. Then we were doing hurdles." You replied. Your coach was slightly strict and always made sure you could run more than just the required length of the track meet. He had you running at top speed four laps around the entire track, this was about a mile, and making you do other physical exercises so everyone on the team was in top condition all the time, and every once in a while you had had to jump hurdles for an extra lap around the track.
You were almost home, one more turn and you would be in your neighborhood. But today, in fifteen seconds you never, be the same again.
1 one thousand…. The first car hit you from behind spinning your car into the middle of the busy road.
2 one thousand…. The second car hit you from the side it was crushing your legs a bit. You felt like it was going to tear them off.
3 one thousand…. The third car, which was a truck, swerved to try and miss the accident, but wound up losing control and hit the right front of your car, which crumpled and splintered inwards. If you do anything it was scream in pain. You couldn't feel your toes.
4 one thousand…. Everything was hazy and blurred you might have hit you head but you couldn't tell.
5 one thousand…. Another car hit the second car and sent every splintered piece of metal on your side to crush and stab your legs further. Some where in the process your legs had curled up to sort of protect you. The only thing you felt was pain, indescribable, pure, raw, horrific, pain.
6 one…thousand you feel like your going to puke and can hear sirens, but if they in your head or out you cant tell.
7 one thousand…. You felt like the word was ending. Chaos was slurred with panic filled voices and for the next 7 seconds that all you felt.
14 one thousand…. Another driver lost control of his car and hit you.
15 one thousand…. The last thing you remember was hitting your head and then darkness.
-1 week later-
It was soft and it was warm. And a steady beeping could be heard from somewhere close. You fluttered your eyes open to a small clean white room. When did you get here? You remember being in a terrible crash. You heard the vague sound of horns and alarms a flicker of an image of mangled steel and broken widows came to you. You bolted up panting.
"Oh my gosh your awake! I thought I thought lost you forever!" You couldn't see the figure but it sounded like your mom. The voice was shaky with tears and hugged you tight. You shifted to look up and saw your mom hugging you and crying, you hugged her back and she slowly pushed you down back on the bed. You looked over to her and saw she was crying tears of joy.
"Where am I?" you ask slowly taking in your surroundings.
"Your at the hospital sweetie. You've been in a small coma for about a week."
"A WEEK?!" you shouted, bolting up again. You knew you were just in a crash but DANG. She shooshed you and made you lay down again.
"I'll get the nurse and tell her your up. I bet your hungry." She chuckled nervously and walked out. You stomach grumbled so loud you thought China could hear it. You got comfy and pulled your legs together, you always had quirk for rubbing your feet together but when you did, but this time, something wasn't right you couldn't feel your feet. You pulled your legs closer together and felt something itchy below your knees. You sat up pulling your blanket off, revealing two even bandaged stumps.
You screamed. It echoed off the walls and doctors turned to your room to aid you. You stared in shock completely dumbfounded as to the idea that you could never run again. Infuriated by the fact that you might have live on government paychecks and have a nurse to get you through everyday life. Depressed by the fact that no matter what you do you will NEVER be the same. Forever you will be a freak. Cast out into the pits of society that is pitied for something that will haunt you for the rest of your crippled life. You hardly noticed your mom and the nurse come in they comforted you as you cried your eyes out going numb. Your only dream, gone. The only reason you wanted to do your best no matter hard you were at practice each day, gone. Your life was turned inside out, upside down, and turned every which way imaginable to mankind.
All because of 15 game changer seconds.