Overcoming My Limits

At only the age of 11, Blythe Mitchell had been caught up in a terrible situation. One her family recalls as "The Accident." Her right leg was considered paralyzed and all the nerves had died, but Blythe had hope. One doctor she had consulted told her that in several years, she may just walk again.
Now, at the age of 17, Blythe is still wheelchair bound and even more curious about her "accident." It seems as if everyone but her knows what happened those many years ago. Her seemingly over-protective mother keeps silent and no one, not even her loyal maid, Macy Matthews, will tell her a thing. Which lead to another mystery. Why did the Matthews' go bankrupt after her accident? Did it have anything to do with her family?

Questions keep appearing. Can Blythe find the answers? Will she find her past, or will she finally understand the danger she's in?


15. "i am in misery" -maroon 5

I paced around my room nervously. What just happened, I kept on thinking. What just happened?

So apparently I was kidnapped, or rather, Brandon and I were both kidnapped. This can’t be true. If it was, I have a strong feeling I would remember something of that importance. None of this made any sense. I rocked back and forth on my bed, hugging my pillow, light sobs slipping from my mouth. I need someone here I could rely on; someone I could trust.

“Brandon…” I whispered, “I need you here. Everything in this place is so horribly wrong. I wish you could save me…”

“Who? Save you from what?” mother asked as she opened the door. How did she always manage to sneak up on me?

“Boredom,” I said quickly, “I need something to save me from boredom. Everything is awfully quiet around here.”

“I agree.”

I gave her a confused look. Was she actually agreeing with me? That’s the first.

“You want to go somewhere?” she asked. Okay, something is wrong. I don’t think I’ve been off the property since my accident, even the doctors came to the house.

“Sure,” I spoke a bit hesitantly, “where did you have in mind?”

“Hmmm, how about the river by the field? I know how much you loved that spot as a young child.” She smiled. Her smiling? It seemed suspicious.




I couldn’t see the paved path through the field from my bedroom window. In fact, I didn’t even know it was there.

“They built it a few years ago.” Mother told me.

“Where does it lead?” I asked curiously.

“The same spot I’d find you when you were little.” She replied pushing me along.

A memory flashed through my mind.

“Blythe! We’re not gonna make it if you don’t hurry up!” Brandon yelled back to me.

“But I can’t run as fast as you!”

“Maybe you could if you picked up your feet.” He slowed down to stand beside me.

“How?” I tripped over my own foot.

“Geez,” he picked me up and piggy-backed me over to the weeping willow tree by the river.


“Shhh! If you talk you’ll miss it.” He took a seat next to me.

 I was six years old; Brandon just turned seven. We came across the field just to watch tonight’s sunset. All the colors of the sky blending together then fading out. Brandon and I both looked over the river as the sun sank behind the far mountains.

“Ooh, look,” Brandon pulled me into the crook of his arm, pointing at something moving across the sky. “It’s a shooting star, make a wish!”

I don’t remember what I wished for. It was probably something that all little girls wish for.

“What’d you wish for?” Brandon asked.

“I can’t tell you. Then it won’t come true.” I replied.

“Who told you that?”

“Mommy did.”

“But I’m your best friend.” He whined. “You can always tell me.”

“But what if it doesn’t come true?”

“Fine, I’ll tell you mine too. Then our wishes won’t come true together.”


I smiled at the thought, but that smile soon diminished after arriving at our destination. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Brandon was here; he was here with another girl. A bubbly girl. A prettier girl. And they were dating. How can I tell? Maybe it was the fact that she was sitting in his lap, or maybe because they were smiling and kissing. This means he really stopped loving me after all…

“Mum, w-who is that girl?”

“I don’t know. She’s probably just some easy harlet. He’s had a history of choosing those girls over the years.” She slowly walked past them.

“What?” I looked back at mum.

“Oh, don’t be so surprised, honey. It’s obvious that he is a sexually active young man. I remember my mother called men like him Bastards. Always sleeping with any girl he could swoon.” She scoffed. Brandon noticed me, holding my gaze for only a second before returning to his “easy harlet.”

She could have him, I thought to myself. She deserves someone like him. Then, realization hit me. I was acting just like my mother. Brandon was a sweet, compassionate, amazing person, or at least he was in my eyes. I already knew he wasn’t a virgin. He’s presented that to me plenty of times. I don’t care if he’s gotten around before; that’s none of my business. I’ve always had a special soft spot for him, so if he was happier without me, I’d be happy for him. Whether it broke my heart or not.

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