I was now in my room. What happened a few weeks ago was a blur, though I knew what'd happened. I'd gained several severe injuries, so it was hard to forget. Perhaps I didn't want to, but that's silly. Perhaps it's hard because my injuries cause me to remember - my side still burns, my leg is in a pot, as my arm is in a sling, a wrist of mine is bruised yet still allows me to write at least my face and skull is fine, only a few scars remain on my face.
The worst part of this experience was having surgery to remove my damaged appendix. I screamed for hours afterward wanting my mum, yet I had several other scans to go to. I almost cried when I was in the x-Ray machine, as I hated the humming and lights. Also, I felt horribly sick and painful.
Now, as I clambered out of my bed, I slumped into my wheelchair as they thought it be too hard to use crutches with my busted leg, my busted arm and my bruised wrist.
'Pulling my t-shirt over my head and my trousers over my legs was a large struggle.' I thought, pulling my sling over my shoulder, wincing.
Looking in the mirror I peered at my awful scars, my tummy rumbling.
"Mum! Can you help me down the stairs?" I shouted, guiltily. Mum caught my face and peered at me.
"Sweetheart, it's not your fault, your dads the one who caused the crash. Him and his stupid broken car." She replied, carrying me downstairs to the closest sofa, carrying my chair down, also.
Grabbing me a slice of toast she helped me out of the door. Pushing me to the gate, I smiled and greeted my friends, as they stared in awe.
"Woah?!" Felix gawped.
"What happened?" Sam ordered, helping me with my chair in confusion.
"The crash." I replied, smiling. Moments like these were so special it was horrific to spoil them with bad news, so I continued to smile, though 'the crash,' had really changed my perceptive of life. I'd soon tell them but... Let's just live for the moment.