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?


16. "i believe it" -matchbox 20

 I’d never gone further than the old willow tree, so the rest of this path was new to me. It curved and it wound over and through the hills. I tried to absorb the fresh air and open space, but my heart wouldn’t let me enjoy it. I don’t know how it could ache after crumbling. It was millions of shards of broken glass, feeling heavy in my chest and poking at my lungs. My breath was hitched in my throat but I refused to let myself cry. Not here, not now.

“Mother,” I piped up, “can we stop here? I just want to sit on the bank for awhile.”

“In the dirt?” she raised a skeptic eyebrow.

“You don’t have to. In fact, I was hoping that I could spend some time alone.”

“What will you be doing when I leave?”

“Eliminating desires from my heart. It helps me pass the time.” I confessed.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be back in around ten minutes. Maybe less.” She informed me before strolling away.

After she had left, I held my head in my hands. This breezy walk down the path has become a nightmarish long and winding road; difficult and ultimately leading to nothing in particular. Why was life so difficult for me? I had a feeling that even if I could walk, that times would still be full of hardships for me. I blinked back tears, not sure when the next few would eventually spill over. I was about to let them when a husky voice called me.

“Hey, Blythe! I thought that was you! What are you doing here?” Brandon walked up to me, his girlfriend clinging to his arm. She looked ridiculous. It made me wonder if I had ever looked like that around Brandon.

“Oh, uhm, Mother thought it would be nice if I got out a little bit. She decided on here.” I replied.

“I remember this place as kids. You and I used to run up here all the time.” He smiled and his female attachment elbowed him. I’m not sure whether it was jealousy or if she was just being rude. Brandon rolled his eyes before redirecting his attention.

“Blythe, this is Xoe. Xoe, this is my friend Blythe.” He introduced her.

“Yeah, I’m his girlfriend. It’s so nice to meet you.” She took extra precaution to enunciate the “girlfriend” as she shook my hand. Her’s was hot and sweaty with flecks of dirt.

“Likewise,” I waited until she looked away before wiping mine on my sleeve. “So how long have you been dating?” I tried to sound polite.

“We’ve been dating for a few weeks.” Brandon answered sounding less than excited. Xoe shot him a confused look.

“It’s only been a week.” She told him.

“Oh,” he raised his eyebrows, “it sure seems like longer than that.”

“Awh, babe, that’s so sweet.” She leaned into his face, surprising us both by going for a wet, open-mouth kiss. It was humorous to watch her kiss him, but when he kissed her back I had to bite my tongue. They continued for about another minute when I closed my eyes, fed up. I coughed before loudly clearing my throat.

“Something wrong?” Xoe asked sarcastically.

“No, just my allergies. I should be getting home. This weather could really get to me.” I coughed again for good measure.

“Well, it certainly was nice meeting you, Hoe.”

“It’s Xoe.” She corrected.

“Isn’t that what I said? Hmm, anyways, goodbye you two! Enjoy each other’s company. It certainly is a privilege.” I began to roll away.

“O-okay,” Brandon said confused, “bye Blythe.”






I managed to hold my composure until mother and I returned home. Upon opening the door, I swiveled away to my room as fast as physically possible. I had such a good feeling an hour ago, but now I just felt like dying. Everything leads up to that anyway; better sooner than later. I have nothing to live for. In fact, I’ve never had anything to live for, other than pain. Perhaps that’s it; I live for pain. Over and over again I am hurt by others. It stings as though someone pours salt on my wounds. I never thought I could ever feel this terrible. All in all, I supposed I brought this on myself.

I let myself get too attached. I’d trusted my mother, I’d trusted my father, I’d trusted Brandon. They were the closest people to me, and every last one of them let me down. I lay lifelessly on my bed. All but Macy had let me down. I rolled over on my side, wishing that I could feel her comforting hug. Coincidentally, I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders.

“Baby, are you alright?” the soothing woman’s voice asked.

“Macy?!” I turned over to face her. Her curly, brown hair fell around her face, her pale green eyes looking into mine. “What are you doing here?”

“You father rehired me; said I was the only one qualified for the job.” She smiled.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I returned her embrace, sobbing into her shoulder.

“Sweet Pea, what’s the matter?”

“Everything. I don’t know what to do with myself.” I confessed.

“Well what happened?”

“First of all, you and Brandon were fired. Then, after barely managing to get by, the house gets a call and I pick it up and it turns out to be Brandon and I tried to talk to him but he basically ignored me,” I rambled. “Not to mention the fact that today I saw him with another girl…his girlfriend.” I choked out the word.

“Oh,” Macy looked away, “I assume you mean Xoe.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “We were vaguely introduced today. She seems….lovely.”

“Hmph, she’s far from adequate.” Macy spat in disapproval.

“Why is he with her?”

“I-I don’t know. He was really upset, so, I suppose he just needed some comfort. They, uh, really bonded ,so I guess that’s why.” She stammered. Very unusual behaviour for Macy.

“Why wouldn’t he talk to me?”

“Maybe he didn’t have the words to say.” She rubbed circles in my back.

“It just strains me that he’s moved on, especially so quickly. I really love him and seeing him today, with her, it…it just…” I trailed off before breaking down in Macy’s arms. She held me and rocked me back and forth. She stroked my hair and pulled me into her warmth.

“I’m so sorry Baby girl. I wish there was more I could do, but this is out of my hands,” she looked into my eyes, “I better go make supper.” She pecked my forehead lightly before leaving the room. I watched as she walked away, taking her time to close the door with ultimate care. Now that I had Macy back, I guess I could hold onto life for just a bit longer.

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