The Scars We Wear: Chapter One

Chapter One:



Step on a crack.



If I hadn’t stepped on the crack, you wouldn’t be here.





I am the reason you are in the hospital.





I grabbed Magenta’s hand, taking on the roll of older sister, to my older sister once again, even as I lay in a hospital bed.





“You didn’t do this to me Magenta, some idiot who decided to get behind the wheel drunk did.” I said. “And I am going to be okay.”





Mother only brought Magenta to the hospital on the occasion, Dad usually stayed home with her. I understood that. Magenta was troubled, I had known that from the time I was a little girl. Magenta is three years older than I am, but I have known from the time I was little that it would be my job to protect her, to do what I could to help her, and that did not change just because someone decided to get behind the wheel drunk, changing my life forever.





I had told Magenta I was going to be okay, but I did not tell her the extent of my injuries not yet, I did not tell her I was paralyzed from the waist down, that baring a miracle I would never walk again. I was doing my best to be strong for her.



I could not let Magenta beat herself up over something she had no control over.



You didn’t do this to me, you are not the cause of everything bad!



I wanted to shout the words, but Mom and Dad had quietly walked Magenta out of my room, cutting our visit short.



I understood why, if she flipped out in here, she’d be…