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Aria’s Song
Prologue:
It was impossible for me to know how quickly my life would change in that moment. It’s hard to imagine how quickly things can go bad, without being at fault. That’s how it was for me.
At seventeen, you don’t generally think about the long run, what might happen, or what others might do. Probably because I was a little sheltered and insulated, I couldn’t imagine how drastically things would change. My family did everything they could to protect me, until they couldn’t.
My Parents did their best to protect me, and I’m thankful for that, even if I groaned outwardly, but now I’d do anything for that shelter. They’re still there for me, just as they always have, but now I’m aware that some things are beyond our control, like other people’s actions.
On that day, I stayed after school to take part in dance, something I’ve always been interested in, but never felt good at. When I was ready, I called my parents and told them I would be late, we had no idea how late I would be.
Dance class went well, at least from what I remember, unfortunately I only remember bits and pieces of that evening. Maybe it’s best if things come back slowly.
I vaguely remember leaving the school and getting on the road home, and a mid-sized SUV coming at me out of control, skidding out of control, then nothing.
A couple of days later, I would wake up dazed and confused in a hospital room. A bunch of IV’s and tubes alluding to how serious my injuries were.
To Be Continued…
