Disclaimer: If you think I own Joan of Arcadia you need to get the season 1 DVD and look at the credits. My name is not on there, consiquently I do not own the show or the characters.
A/N: This is my first post ever, and I know it's confusing. There could be more chapters, though I haven't really figured this whole thing out yet. I'm learning though, and reviews help me learn.
I had it all. Okay, so that's not quite true. I was, and still would be, the first person to say that our relationship was far from perfect. Kevin wasn't always, shall we say, faithful. But in general, I had it all.
I was a senior in high school, we both were. I was doing well as far as my peers were concerned. I was popular, smart, and I had a gorgeous boyfriend who was one of the most popular athletes in the school. I was a cliche of the high school girl, complaining to my friends when things weren't exactly my way. I had the typical high school fantasies, going off to college with Kevin, growing up a little, and getting married, to Kevin. I had my ring all picked out in my head, something simple with a tiny diamond in the center. Nothing extravagant.
The party was dull, and my pride had been hurt. He had cheated, and he didn't seem to understand why it was such a big deal to me. That's why I left before Kevin. He was the center of attention, other girls hanging all over him. I wonder where they are now, what their reactions would be if they knew. But at the time I was gelious that Kevin seemed to be paying so much more attention to them, not enough to me. And so when Jenny McKinley asked me for a ride home I went without thinking. Kevin could get a ride with Andy. God, if I could do it differently…
Looking back on it I realize that my life was pretty care-free. Funny, now it's hard to imagine the girl I must have been back then. The girl he called "Bethie", the one who was worried about what others thought. I suppose "Bethie" is still somewhere hidden back there, but I don't know how to find her. And I don't know that I want to. I don't know that "Bethie" would be able to survive here, sitting with Joan and Luke while their parents try to find something out. "Bethie" would probably crumble.
Beth is another story. "Bethie" got the call on her phone and instantly transformed into "Beth. Beth drove to the hospital and sat in the car for a few minutes crying. And then Beth went into the guest bathroom at the hospital and washed the traces of tears away from her face and put on a little makeup, not out of vanity, because I don't care how I look right now, but out of habit. Then Beth opened the bathroom door and walked out and sat down in one of the hard plastic chairs next to Joan and Luke while their parents try to find out what happened. Beth notices that Joan is crying, and so I take Kevin's little sister into my arms and hold her like I know Kevin would be doing right now.
I'm thinking all of this when the Gerardies come out with a doctor, and when the words "Paralyzed from the waist down," come out of the doctor's mouth I know "Bethie" is gone forever.
A/N: Please review! Let me know if you want more, if this sucks, if you want to burn me alive. Just let me know!