It's been two years and still, people fear that the adverse effects of what happened two years back may show up now. Everything has changed since then. My family smiles but only on the outside. They think that I might not be able to sense their inner tension and stress but I do. But they still try their best but for whom? For me? Who is nothing but a burden. They expect anything worse than what is already done. Believe me, I have tried dying; you know taking my life but for some reason, I always back off. Either I still have some sort of business left here or I am just plain stupid and scared.
And because of what happened to me, I dropped out of college. Call me a quitter or anything you want. But I'd rather just sit alone and enjoy Netflix instead of completing college with paralyzed legs and receiving pitiful glances and talks. And my life is hell enough, don't want others to add on to my misery.
School was nice. I was not so bright yet sufficient enough student. I excelled in extracurricular activities and hence I have tons of certificates with my name on them. Sarah Putnam was a name that was very popular back in the school and now has diminished for good. Now when I look at these certificates hanging, all those memories come rushing back to me. The canteen, the joint hang out, the banking with friends, everything shreds a tear always. Every one of my friends has either left for college or is tired to see Sarah in her wheelchair. The only friend I am stuck and blessed with is Sheryl Adams whose grades were so bad, she didn't get to any college. But she has nothing to worry about as a fortune awaits her. To be honest, she is the only reason I wake up. We talk, we make videos and we practically live with each other more than we do with our families. While everyone just reminds me of what I am, she treats me normally, as a normal girl with normal legs.
Right now I am waiting for her to come so that we can finish the season finale of Sex Education and read another tweet from the mysterious Love, 7509.