On the Road to Recovery

Claire doesn't really remember what happened that night, all she knows is that now she's in a wheel chair because of it and partially blind. Her dad takes a new job in Bradford so Claire and her family pack up and move. Claire isn't expecting to make new friends at her new school, who would want to be friends with that freak that couldn't walk or see? But as she wheels her way home from school she'll meet her neighbor Zayn Malik. He's tall, dark, and handsome. And he wants to be friends with Claire.


4. Telling stories

I sat in my room unpacking. I picked up a box and set it on my lap and wheeled over to my bed and set the box down on the bed and started placing the items around the room. I heard the doorbell go off and I quickly wheeled down the hall so I could answer it. Christian was already halfway down the stairs when I got to the door. I opened the door and smiled up at Zayn as he smiled down at me.

"Hey," I said as I wheeled back away from the door. "Come on in," I said. Zayn walked in and took his leather jacket off and placed it on the coat rack that was by the door. He smiled up at Christian before Christian went running back upstairs.

"How are you?" he asked me.

"I'm good, so what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Zayn said. "What were you doing before I got here?" he asked.

"I was just unpacking," I said.

"Then I'll help you," Zayn said. I wheeled down the hall to my room and Zayn helped me unpack. We laughed about some of the things he found in the boxes; pictures of old friends, baby pictures, art projects. Time seemed to fly by as we laughed and unpacked, and after only an hour, my room was unpacked and decorated. "Now what?" he asked as he sat down on my bed and picked up a stuffed animal.

"Want to go out to the garden?" I asked.

"Sure," he said as he set the stuffed animal down and following me out to the back garden. I wheeled down the small wooden ramp my dad had made for me and Zayn walked down the steps. Zayn helped me out of my chair and we sat on the grass.

"Zayn?" I asked as I played with the grass. He looked at me with his hazel eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of coarse love," Zayn said.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked. Zayn looked confused. "After my accident, everyone ignored me and talked behind my back. Even Christian, although he denies it," I said. Zayn nodded.

"You seemed like you needed a friend," he said. "I've been the person that people ignore because he's different," he said. "I know how it feels,"

"But you don't seem different," I said.

"Before I lived here, I lived somewhere else. I got into some pretty bad stuff; drugs and gangs. I was getting into fights and stuff," he said. "I decided one day to change all that, I was tired of people being scared of me. So I moved schools, but everyone there knew who I was. The only people wanting to be my friends were those I was trying to avoid. So my mum decided to move, and here I'm a bit more accepted. People still think I'm a fighter and stuff. I think my tattoos scare them," he laughed. "Now can I ask you something? It's a bit personal," he asked. I nodded. "How did this happen to you?" he asked.

"I'm not really sure, I mean I don't really remember it," I said. "I remember I was out with a friend and Christian. I think we had been out drinking and we were on our way home. We got into an accident and mine and Christians friend died. I woke up like a week later in the hospital. I'm paralyzed from the waste down because the door frame of the car collapsed on my legs. And I'm partially blind in one eye because some glass cut my eye," I explained. Zayn nodded as I told my story. At the end he took my hands and smiled at me.

"Thank you for telling me," he whispered.

"I never told anyone what happened except for my family. I trust you," I said as I smiled at him.

"I trust you too, that's why I told you my story," he said. "But my mum doesn't know about the gangs," he said. I laughed.

We sat there talking on the lawn until it got dark and Zayn's mum called him home for dinner. I walked (well he walked, I rolled) him next door. He had his hand on the arm of my chair the whole time. We stopped at his front door step. I smiled up at him as he smiled down.

"I had a great time tonight," Zayn said.

"Me too," I said.

I was going to say something else but I don't remember what because just then Zayn bent down and kissed me. It was a short kiss, and as soon as it was over he disappeared into his house. I stayed in front of his house for a few minutes, thinking over what had just happened. After that, I slowly rolled back next door.

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