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?


10. "it's where my demons hide" -imagine dragons

“Blythe! Blythe are you alright?” the little boy asked.

“No, Brandon. It really hurts.” I was crying.

“You’ll be okay, your mom is here now.”

“Are you coming with us?”

He didn’t speak.

“I’m not going without you.”

Two men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the hell-hole of a basement.

“No, Brandon! Brandon!”

I groggily opened my eyes and immediately noticed a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I ran everything over in my mind before realizing it was only Brandon. I turned, laying on my back to see that Brandon was sound asleep. He was lightly snoring, only moving to twitch his fingers occasionally. His face was peaceful, and his breathing even. I played with a few of his curls watching the ringlets spring back, making him half-smile in his sleep.

“B-Blythe…” he spoke sleepily. I smiled at the thought that he dreamed of me.

“Yes, Brandon?” I cooed softly, manipulating his dream.

“I need to…tell you….something….”

“What? What is it?” I asked worriedly.

“It’s time….you….knew…”

“Knew what?” I combed through his hair again.

He mumbled something I couldn’t quite understand. “It…shouldn’t be….you….”

“Huh? What shouldn’t be me?”

“…accident….” He sounded ashamed.

“What about it?” I was clearly confused.

He whimpered, gripping me tighter, nuzzling his face into my chest.

“I’m so sorry. I tried to save you.” He muttered.

“Save me from what?” I asked a bit too loudly, waking him from his sad memory.

“What are you talking about?” he asked confused.

“You were talking in your sleep.” I told him.

“I was?”

“Yes, you were talking. You sounded upset, ashamed.”

“I don’t know why I would be sad.”

“You were talking about…something.”

“Something?” he chuckled. “What is something?”

“My accident.” I dramatically hushed my voice.

His eyes widened and he suddenly started acting awkward. He was fidgeting with his hands and wouldn’t look me in the eye.

“I don’t know why that would come up. I told you I don’t know anything about it.”

“Well, can I confide something with you then?” I asked.       

“Anything,” he loosened up.

“First of all, I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately.”

“Yeah,” he snuggled closer to me, laying his head on my stomach, “I remember that.”

I blushed. “Anyways, you’re in them.”

“Then they’re obviously not nightmares.” He smirked.

“You’re missing the point.” I rolled my eyes.

“My bad. Carry on.”

“They have to do with some event. It takes place a long time ago, and I can’t help but feel like…I was there. I think that they’re my memories, but I can’t be for sure. And, I just don’t know what to make of them. All of them are so full of pain and sadness.” I sighed.

“And you’re sure I was there?” he asked skeptically.

“Yes, but we were both younger.”

He tensed at my words, no longer drawing circles on my torso.

“How much younger?” he enunciated each word.

“I don’t know, possibly ten, maybe eleven.”

Right after I said those few words, Brandon jumped up and out of the bed. He practically ran out of the room. I stared after him, confused and a little offended. Next, I glanced at the clock. It read 9:45am. We had slept for about five hours. I was about to follow after him when I remember he asked my not to leave until 10:00am. I frowned, realizing that I had promised. I sat alone in my bed, hands in my lap, knowing that I had to keep my word.

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