1. Thinking back
I look down to where my skin used to be, my legs used to be. It was a few years ago when they were nearly ripped from my leg but had to be amputated anyway as they would have caused me further pain. It was the shark, I was just swimming on holiday at the beach and then the shark came and changed my life forever.
'Beth!' My name is yelled. A normal name, a name that would make you think I have a normal life, I'm just me. But not any more, not now I have no legs, not know I have the eyes following me every step on my blades. I pull myself up, bouncing a bit as the blades push down.
'Yes mum!' I yell.
'We're going out! Do you want to come or...' My mum knew I hated going out ever since the accident because of the people that judge me, think that I'm mentally ill when I'm not; I can do anything other people can do, I can run on my blades, jump on them and everything; why think that just because I have them I can't speak properly, or I don't know the answer to stuff. It annoys me so much, I am normal.
'I'm fine here mum.' I call back.
'Right. Would you like some treats?' Mum asks.
'Yeah! A twix please and could I kindly ask you to get me some sports shades as I want to-' I start, getting interrupted by my mum.
'Sure! Really need to go! Bye darling!' Mum calls and then the front door thumps. I just sigh and go out to the garden. I lap around it, trying hard to get distracted from thinking about the eyes. School tomorrow. More eyes.