Day – 11
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Guys, y does 11 seem like such a big number xDD
Note: Another sad story coming your way, sorry in advance.
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Prompt: Lost
Lost. Talent. Gone. Taken away in an accident. Dance. The only thing I love. “AHH!” I heard a scream. CRASH! I jerked forward, letting it control me. EEEEEE! A swerve. “HARPER!” My mom cried. I closed my eyes. “DUCK!” My dad yelled. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster. “NOO!” My mom shrieked. I opened my arms wide. “DON’T MOVE!” I sat there, motionless. It all came to a stop. I landed, hard. I felt blood trickling down my face. I could taste it. I opened my eyes slightly and closed them. I fell into a deep unconsciousness…. “Harper?” my mother’s voice said. I blinked open my eyes and found myself lying down on a white hospital bed. The sheets were soft and pure white. My mind went blank. “W- what?” I stammered. I felt around my legs. They couldn’t move. I started panicked. I tried to move my arms around. They shifted. But it used up my energy. I felt weak. I have always been a ball of energy. “Why can’t I feel my legs?” I cried. Tears streamed down my mother’s face. “Y- you’re p- paralyzed,” she whispered. I was shocked. How would I dance? Dance means everything to me. Dance is flowing through my veins. Now it’s lost? It can’t be. I must be dreaming. I pinched my sides with all the strength I had. This is real. This is reality. This is happening. “N- no. You’re kidding! It can’t be, dance is my life!” “I’m sorry, baby, but this is reality,” my mom croaked. Dance. Lost. Taken away from me. My talent has no use in this world. My whole life revolves around dance. Now it’s lost, and this is reality.
The End!
-sniffles- This brought tears to my eyes. I know right? -sobs- Beautiful, though. Yes -sniffs- beautiful. I feel bad for Harper. -nods- me too. Anyone would. -sigh- I’ll go back to my hotel room and sob some more… Me too…
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