Broken Beginnings: Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine:



Physical therapy could be frustrating but it was necessary, and I knew that. Afterwards no matter how hard it was I would visit Nadia, some days were better than others for Nadia and for myself, and the same was true for Nadia, but we were seeing improvements, small and slow or so it seemed but the doctors assured us we were doing well considering the impact, the brain surgery.



I swallowed hard, still unable to forgive myself for what happened, despite the fact that I knew deep down the accident wasn’t my fault, you aren’t exactly thinking with logic or reason when your best friend is lying in a hospital bed. I needed someone to place blame on and it wasn’t the nameless, faceless person that was actually to blame but me.



I couldn’t help but wonder if others blamed me as well, like Nadia’s Mother Sasha blamed me as well. She had assured me that she didn’t blame me, but I could not help that if somewhere deep down she felt that I was responsible in someway for what Nadia was going through. I had been the one driving after all.



I wish I had never even attempted to go to that party, neither Nadia and I drank, and even if we had made it to the party we wouldn’t have that night either, but we never made it to the party in fact we both nearly died that night. Wishing wasn’t going to change the facts so I had to move on, somehow live with all that had happened. I stagecoach at my lifeless legs, I had paid a high…