*Sigh*

I'm really annoyed with my Brother Isaac.

Once again,he's being overprotective because of my disability.

I can understand he doesn't want me hurt,but at he could very least give me a life.

...

I suppose i need to give a bit of backstory now...

Well,it was years back,i was 7 and he was 11,i think.

We were playing outside in our home of Ottawa,Canada,when the ball i was playing with rolled off to the middle of the road

I ran and got it,and when i looked up again,Isaac was screaming at me to get out of the road,his plea was left on deaf ears as i look for a split second to see a truck going straight at me.

After that... all i saw was darkness,i heard mom and dad crying and Isaac screaming my name.

I heard voices call out frantically,panic filled the air and by the time i was fully unconscious,they'd taken me to the hospital.

When i woke up again,i later found out i was paralyzed from the waist down,as if my asthma wasn't a problem already.

It's already been 7 years and my asthma is gone,but Isaac is still as protective as ever.

I can't wait until i'm 15,then i can get the surgery needed to get me up and walking again.

Maybe then i'll finally be free