Chapter two: 'Can I touch it?'

Beep, beep, beep.

Those were the sounds I heard when I woke from my month long coma.

I just remember waking up, lying in that hospital bed with all the wires attached to me.

My head pounded, and at that moment I hadn't realised the true consequences of the crash.

I didn't know I was going to be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

I didn't know how hard it was going to be for me to just go back to school.

That's how clueless I was at that time.

Now here I was faced with my first day back at school since the accident two months ago.

You know what else I had to face today?

My ex girlfriend, Renee.

It wasn't like she was a popular chick who went around like she ruled the world, nor did she look like the stereotypical person you'd expect.

Renee was the exact opposite.

She had red hair that was cut in a pixie style, bright green eyes, she was pale and freckly, as well as tall and curvy.

She was always shy, stubborn, sarcastic, innocent, sporty.

We met at swimming, actually.

When she broke up with me, to say I was surprised would be an understatement.

Of all people I thought she'd understand it the most from what she's gone through.

Her mum died in a house fire two years earlier.

So now you're probably like what, where'd this relationship go wrong?

I'm wondering the same thing.

It was two days after I woke up.

I was still in the hospital at the time, in a lot of pain from my upper body.

My other injuries were cracked ribs, broken arm as well as millions of cuts and bruises that were beginning to fade after being asleep for four weeks.

There was also a large cut on my left leg that had been healing up.

Not that I could feel anything from there.

So anyway, back to my ex girlfriend.

She walked in the room, tears filling her eyes and spoke the words that I would never forget.

"Jeremy we're done. I'm sorry, but I don't want to be your fallback girl for what you're going through. I don't want to be the one trying to fix you. That's something, you yourself need to do Jeremy and don't think by me saying this that when you're all better that you can come running back to me. I won't be there. We'll never be together again."

I couldn't even get a word in before she walked out of the hospital, leaving me heartbroken more so than I even was beforehand.

"Can I though that seat you're sitting in?" A little girl with blonde pigtails asked me, making me snap out of my thoughts.

I was on the school bus, sitting in the wheelchair spot.

"Uh sure?" I said, curious as to why she wanted to touch it in the first place.

The little girl giggled, pulling the handles of the chair.

It made me feel slightly uncomfortable but I was soon rescued by the girls mum.

"Katie, stop playing with the poor boys wheelchair," she told the girl.

"Sorry mummy," she replied.

The mum turned to me.

"Sorry, dear for my daughter. She has an obsession with wheelchairs. She does it to her sisters all the time," the woman shakes her head.

"It's okay, she's sweet," I smile.

"Melissa by the way. My daughter is about the same age as you. You should meet her sometime."

"Jeremy, nice to meet you. I'm open to meeting her. She sounds wonderful," I answered politely, suddenly feeling slightly better than I have since I woke up.

Melissa nodded her head.

"Well here's my number.You should call me about a time and date the two of you can meet," she says, handing me a number on a small piece of paper.

"Thank you," I reply back.