Happy Monday Everyone! This is a short follow up to the last chapter.
I learned quite a bit from that day. I learned about my own strength and abilities. I also learned that I could dodge flying scaples in a pinch. But most importantly, I learned about the fragility of the human mind.
My mom to me had always been mentally ill. I never saw her before she lost it. Everything she did was predictable expected even. You keep your distance when you see my mom with a knife until you confirm she isn't going to try and kill you with it. You keep money in a jar labeled "tv funds" because she'll break another sooner or later. You know where to sleep outside when she was particularly aggressive.
That was my life. Seeing my friend so suddenly change was an emotional gut punch that even I couldn't hide.
I cried. I yelled into my pillow. When I saw my reflection in a mirror across from me I punched it sending several shards into my right hand. There was no logic involved. Just sheer overwhelming human (or maybe mutant is better here) emotion.
Goodbye Marie. Goodbye to her smiles and kindness. Goodbye to her bonecrushing hugs and her naive way of seeing the world.
It was all gone.
And I blamed myself.
Then there was the other issue. For those who are somewhat astute you should know that that not being able to move your legs when they nothing is on them is bad. Notice it wasn't that she chose to not move them. No she couldn't. Meaning the electric messages from the brain to the leg weren't getting to her leg muscles.
Why?
Well if the wreckage didn't hit her legs then where did it go? Her midsection. Which propelled her backwards like a bullet into the wall behind her. Injuring her spine.
Injuring her spine.
Injuring her SPINE!
I was certainly my father's son.