Breaking Hearts

"Mom? Oh, Mom! Hey, I just left. I am coming home mom! I miss you so much! Tell Dad and Cara for me. Oh, how I can't wait to see you guys! I have to go, bye, love you!" I shut the phone. I was finally going home! Only a few more hours! Not paying any attention, I ran a red light. Oops! Good timing to run a red light, a police officer just turned the corner and didn't see my mistake. I reached for the radio. I turned it up and let the speakers viberate. It was going to be a good day, new car, going home for the first time in ten years, and, finally getting to see my sister, Cara, who is now ten. Right as I got on the interstate, my phone started to ring. It was Jennifer Getts, my foster mom. I didn't answer. What was I going to say, 'Hey, thanks for raising me, I hated every minute of it. I'm so glad I'm sixteen, now I can leave you dirtbags. Oh, and thanks for the car, it runs great'? Nah, I prefer to just stick with the radio blarring music into my ears, rather then screams from my FM, foster mom, on how I need to get back to the house, and blah, blah, blah. The clock read 6:47, I should be home around 9:30-ish. Nine O'clock came along and I was thirty minutes fro re-uniting with my family. I switched to the lane beside me, so that I didn't go to Fayville, a near-by town to Aidale, which was a ten minute drive to where I was going. But, the car right behind me transferred lanes right as I did, and hit me in my bumper, sending me forward into a blue mini-van, It was then I blacked out, so I don't know what happened next.

"Abigail? Honey?" Said a voice that I remembered faintly.

"Mom? Is that you?"

"Yes, you are in the hospital. You were in a big crash. The car you were driving, it's a little damaged, not as much as the car behind you, but still in bad shape. Your dad took it to a shop to get it fixed up, all the stuff that was inside of the car is fine. The only concern now is for you to heal. You have a broken arm and leg, cuts and bruises everywhere, and your eyes, well, when you hit the van in front of you, and glass went everywhere, the doctor said you will never see out of the left eye again." My mother started to cry, I could hear that. An my dad came over to help stable my mother. I couldn't help it. Tears streamed down my face, my breathing was un-even, and a nurse came in to assist both me and my parents. I thought about my eye. Being half-blind? Forever?