Taylor sat in the quiet waiting room of Mercy Hospital. Her eyes burning from lack of tears, her face smudged by watery makeup. She held a tissue in her hand and a picture in another.

"Why? Why God?!" She said through strained tones.

An old man in a white coat, holding a clip board came up to her, sitting down he said, "Excuse me, Ms. but I have some grave news for you.." He stopped a moment, "The car that hit him, when the impact happened scraps of metal pierced his body in many parts. Especially the spinal column, luckily though it missed the SC2 and SC3 area. SO he will be able to survive."

"What will happen to him?" She asked, holding back tears.

"Well," He put his wrinkled hand on her knee cap, "He may lose feeling in his arms and legs..."

Her hand tightened on the tissue in her hand, "Is that a for sure?" She almost didn't want to ask as the words curved her lips.

He looked her in the eyes, his face full of sympathy, "A 90% chance of paralysis..."

She stared off towards the city lights that showed through the full glass wall to her side, the night was crisp and new. "Why, why did I have to leave?" She asked herself...

Taylor sat in the quiet waiting room of Mercy Hospital. Her eyes burning from lack of tears, her face smudged by watery makeup. She held a tissue in her hand and a picture in another.

"Why? Why God?!" She said through strained tones.

An old man in a white coat, holding a clip board came up to her, sitting down he said, "Excuse me, Ms. but I have some grave news for you.." He stopped a moment, "The car that hit him, when the impact happened scraps of metal pierced his body in many parts. Especially the spinal column, luckily though it missed the SC2 and SC3 area. SO he will be able to survive."

"What will happen to him?" She asked, holding back tears.

"Well," He put his wrinkled hand on her knee cap, "He may lose feeling in his arms and legs..."

Her hand tightened on the tissue in her hand, "Is that a for sure?" She almost didn't want to ask as the words curved her lips.

He looked her in the eyes, his face full of sympathy, "A 90% chance of paralysis..."

She stared off towards the city lights that showed through the full glass wall to her side, the night was crisp and new. "Why, why did I have to leave?" She asked herself...

 

You need to make a part two!

3 years laterL

 

The wilserness quickly passed by the Chevrolet as it sped down the windy mountain road. In the passenger seat sat a young teenage girl about the age of 14 with her long brown hair drawn back in a pony-tail. Her hazel eyes scanning the passing scenery.

"Where are we going?" Asked the girl.

"Not sure, Mia... but where ever were going it will have to do." Said the driver.

"Why though, why do we have to leave New York?" Asked Mia.

"Because... Too many memories."

Mia sighed with sadness. "What memories?"

"None you need to know about."

A big wooden sign came into view as they turned a corner, "Aspen Trails." it read in big black letters.

"I guess were here." Said the driver.