Harvest Moon Fan Fiction
Scars

Chapter One- Scarred, Broken Girl

Every inch of my body was suffering an incredible level of pain. My face was burning, my arms were throbbing immensely and my leg felt like someone was dropping anvils on it. The worst thing was, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but it felt like an invisible force was preventing me from doing so. I couldn't even move and yet, I could still vaguely hear what was happening around me.

"…Her right leg is too damaged. It's going to have to come off…"

"I agree…"

"…Get the gas ready…"

Something cool was placed over my mouth and after a few seconds I completely blacked out. Everything that happened shortly afterwards felt like a blurry mess. At some point I woke up to find that I was on an operating table and saw someone sawing my leg off from below the knee. I must've blacked out again because my vision disappeared and my entire body was slowly but surely going numb. I didn't mind this feeling… it was far better than what I was experiencing before. It felt… peaceful. After drifting for what felt like an eternity, I started to feel flickers of warmth tickling inside my chest. It felt nice at first but it started getting hotter… and hotter… and hotter until it became to hot that it was uncomfortable. The heat exploded and blazed through the rest of my body, the pain I was experiencing before came flooding back.

"Quick! We need to stop the bleeding or we'll lose her again!"

"…almost done, we just need to treat this burn now…"

"…okay that's a wrap... I think it's safe to say that this operation was a complete success!"

I heard a short round of applause and the sound of steel clattering against a hard surface, I assumed that they were cleaning up and left it at that. I felt something pulling me back into unconsciousness and I was more than happy to consent. Even though all I did was float around my thoughts while hearing muffled voices around me, I felt mentally drained. At least this time around it didn't feel like I would never wake up again although I was not looking forward to the pain I was going to be in when I actually woke up.

Two years later…

White, white and even more white. I was starting to get sick of seeing the bland hospital walls and the monotonous doctors droning on about what medication I needed to take and the possibilities of needing rehabilitation because of having my leg amputated. It was the same everyday; wake up and have breakfast and medication, lay in my hospital bed and do nothing but stare at the blank walls for hours while waiting for my next check-up, go to rehab, have dinner and then go back to bed. This process had been repeated for the last year and a half since I woke up.

Getting visitors was out of the question for me. I had no friends and my parents perished when the ship I was on sunk. I did have someone that I shared a room with for a bit, one of the sweetest boys that I had ever met in my short life. We used to talk about what we wanted to do once we were finally out of this dreary place. He was the only person who didn't gawk at my grotesque appearance and he regularly complimented me much to my embarrassment. After a few weeks of talking, we eventually realized that we liked each other more than friends and jumped into a relationship without a second thought. It was the happiest year of my life; we even agreed that we would buy a farm and live together once we were both out. For once I had hope in my heart. That all changed one fateful winter morning. You see, this boy had arrhythmia and he suffered from a heart attack. He did not recover from it. After what happened, I locked away all my emotions and blocked everyone out. I pretty much became a shell of who I was.

"Chelsea." A familiar voice said, it was my regular doctor, Dr Trent.

Dr Trent came over to my bed and sat on the chair beside it, I just kept staring at my hands. I really did not want to talk to anyone at the moment. Dr Trent had long since grown used to my attitude and proceeded with talking.

"I've come to give you some good news Chelsea; you're being released from hospital soon."

I glanced up at him. "I don't really care anymore," I croaked. "I lost my reason for wanting to leave here."

Dr Trent grimaced and started to look through some papers he had in his hand, he stopped at a particular one and handed it to me. "I had a feeling you'd say something like that so I did some digging for you." He gave me a warm smile.

I looked down at the piece of paper that he gave me, it was a letter and boy did my eyes pop when I saw who it was from.

Dear Chelsea,

By the time you get this letter from Doctor Trent, I won't be here anymore. But I have a few things I wanted to tell you. Firstly, remember that dream we had? The one where we'd have our own farm? Well I went ahead and purchased the one on the Sunshine Islands just for you.

Secondly, I will always love you from the bottom of my heart. As hard as it is to say this, you must move on. Lingering on lost love is never healthy for one's soul and the last thing I want is for you to harm yourself in order to see me again. I would rather see you alive and well, living a happy life. As selfish as it is for me to say this, do it for me… please?

Lastly, live. I want you to live a happy and fulfilling life Chelsea. I know you can do it. You WILL find someone special to share your life with in the future, I know you will. It'd be a sin against humanity if a guy turned away a girl as beautiful as you are.

Yours truly, Jake

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I finished reading the letter. It was short but it had so much meaning behind it. No, I had to be strong. I needed to move on with my life… but why did it have to be so damn hard?

"When am I being released from hospital?" I asked, trying pretty damn hard to stop my voice from breaking.

Doctor Trent stood up from the chair and made his way to the open door. He looked back over his shoulder at me and smiled again.

"You can leave next week if want. You're in excellent condition, the only problem is that we still haven't been able to get a hold of the prosthetic leg for you and it doesn't look like we will be any time soon."

"I'm sure I could farm while sitting in a wheelchair, can't be too hard." I smiled weakly.

Trent chuckled quietly. "I'll organize the transportation to the dock and the ticket to Sunshine Islands tonight for you. I'll get one of the nurses to help you pack when the time comes." With that he left the room.

Once I left to my own devices again my mind began to wander in all sorts of directions. I started to think about the contents of the letter. Moving on was going to be hard. So very, very hard, but it had to be done.

Quite frankly, I didn't want to do it. Who on earth would want to be with a broken, scarred girl like me?