I’ll Stumble, I’ll Fall, I’ll Stand Again

Chapter Two:

I stared at Doctor Whitley waiting for him to give me the news. News that I was afraid to hear, but needed to hear at the same time.

Krista and my Mom sat on chairs, beside my bed, gently squeezing my hand. They knew something was wrong, but not exactly what it was. They were waiting the same as me.

I felt like a little girl, not like a woman who had signed a book deal with a major publisher. Not someone who got fan mail from teenagers all over the world, vowing someday they were going to write like me.

I always told them the same thing, don’t write like me, write like yourself. A Freshmen English teacher told me once. Advice I took to heart.

Words had always been part of my life. I loved reading from the time I was little, wrote bad poetry when I was younger, but in High School I began my first novel. A story about a small town girl with big city dreams.

Doctor Whitley cleared his throat, I returned my attention to the present. The doctor, his grim expression.

At least I’m not going to die. He told me that much already.

You must have something planned for me Lord.

“The accident did some serious damage, but it could have been worse, you received no damage to your vital organs.”