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?

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7. "you won't be afraid of fear" -nirvana

I skipped breakfast, but now that the afternoon was creeping up on me, hunger pains were beginning to set in. I brushed through my hair, not bothering to change out of my pajamas. Wheeling my way into the kitchen, I found Macy busy at the sink. Upon hearing my entrance, she turned to smile at me. But it quickly faded once she saw my face.

“Babycakes, did she hit you?”

I nodded, not having the courage to use my own voice. She walked over to me, cupping my cheeks and observing it closer.

“She five-starred you good, sweetie.”

“Is it still visible?!” I asked alarmed.

“The bruise from her wedding ring is.” She ran her thumb over it, making me wince.

“How long will it last?”

“A day or two in the least.”

“Dammit. Pardon my language.” I averted my vision to the floor.

“No pardon needed.” She walked back over to the counters. “Would you like something to eat?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, thank you.”

“ ‘Course not.”

Macy set some soup down in front of me. It smelled delicious and I ate it with top speed. Afterwards, I lay my head down on the cool, hard, wooden table. I closed my eyes for a brief moment when my mother stepped into the room.

“Blythe, there you are.”

“Leave me be, woman.” I kept my head against the table.

“But sweetheart, I wanted to apologize.”

“I don’t want to hear your apology, so please, do us both a favor and go find someone else to pester for awhile.”

She huffed, exasperated. “You’re so headstrong.”

“I learn from the best.”

With that, she turned on her heel and left. I bet she didn’t even want to apologize anymore, but frankly, I don’t give a damn whether she does or not. I’ve had enough of her for today.

“You two will never get along, will you?” Macy laughed.

“Never, and that’s why I need you.” She gave me a warm, loving smile before walking over to my chair and hugging me tightly.

“You deserve much more love than this.” she said under her breath.

“Macy, this will do just fine.”  I returned her embrace.

 

~O~

 

It was time for bed; Macy and Brandon had already gone. It pained me to realize that even though Brandon was so close, he was still so far out of reach. I curse the day my mother thought she could control me. I opened my door, rolled in, and closed it loudly behind me.

Even in my current upset state, the first thing I noticed in my room was the vase of beautiful red roses on my bedside table. I wheeled over to them, picking up the folded note that lay next to them. It read:

Blythe, I’m sure by now you know that we can’t see each other anymore. Trust me, it’s not a decision I’m proud of. A decision I wish that I didn’t have to make. I didn’t want to leave you this morning. Though, when I did go, I couldn’t help but overhear you and your mother. And I just want you to know, I would never ever, hurt you like that. Please, stay strong… For me.

                                                                                                                                              I’m so sorry,

                                                                                                                                                 Brandon. “

 

My chest was tight, and my stomach was in knots. My brain was in a swirl, as well as my heart. All of my emotions were quickly surfacing, leaving me a colorless mess.

His note… his kind, sweet, poetic note. It was tragically heartbreaking, but I knew it wasn’t his fault. Over and over again, I read over the note. One thing in particular stood out to me: “stay strong… For me.”

Why did it sound so familiar? I thought back to this morning. In my nightmare, I was calling for Brandon; for his assistance. He told me he was trying, and to stay strong just for him. What did that mean? Was it a vision, or possibly… a flashback?

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