SPOTLIGHT QUEEN: My Bully Is My Mysterious Angel

We never expect good things to happen to us likewise the bad ones. So I never saw this coming until it happen. My parents and I were heading back from a musical concert where I was awarded the best performer when the brakes failed and my dad lost control in the midst of a heavy storm. I am Mariah O'Brien, my sixteenth birthday was last month and my life is about to end. "I've f*cking lost control!" Now that was my dads voice and definitely his last words. "Go left, go left!" My mom screamed and held his hands. They struggled until our car collided with a pole and then came the silence. As far as I could tell, everything happened so fast and that was the last time I got to see my parents. Did I just say my life was about to end? I am sorry, I was only getting started. I work up what seems to me like a few hours in a hospital. I could tell I was in a hospital even before opening my eyes because I had an oxygen mask on, and the beeping sounds could not stop causing me discomfort. Someone walked in and shrilled in a way that made my pitch black eyes see clearly instead of the blurry pictures... "She is awake!!" "Keep it down, you may get her frightened." the voice of a male echoed in my ears and his face magnified above me. At first I could not move my neck or any part of my body until I felt a needle pierce through my pores. A torch light flashed in my eyes and I just followed its movement until the hand that held it took it away, "can you hear or see me?" He asked. How can I give you an answer when you covered my mouth with an oxygen mask, I thought. I wish I could say a word to this doctor but no: I simply nodded. "Contact the man who claims to be her uncle. Tell him she is awake." "Okay sir." Finally he took the mask off, revealing my round lips and rounded nose tip. "Sir, have you seen my mom and dad?" I asked immediately he took it off but he never gave me any meaningful reply until I tried to rise. "Yes. But I don't think you are ready to see them now and I believe that is the reason why you are awake after a long time. Please don't step down." He prevented me, though I had sat up already. "How long have I been out?" I asked squinting. "Six months and a week. You went into coma." He replied. Now everything started making sense to me. I grasp things quickly and so I had to ask him again to be sure it wasn't what I was thinking "Doctor, where did you say my parents are again?" "I am sorry, they didn't make it. The ambulance crew brought you here for medical attention. Acording to their reports, your parents were dead before they could get to the scene. I suggest you quit worrying about them. Rest your mind. And thank God for George Hilton, a teenage boy who volunteered for blood donation immediately..." He kept talking and examining my entire body but I was not really myself with all the detailed information. "N-no, no, I should not have woken up. No!" I cried and covered my ears with both hands. "...hey, come on, you have to get yourself together. There is a reason for everything. Give me a minute and please do not leave the bed." He instructed and left the room. I wasn't even going to leave. I thought to myself, where would I go? . My mom and dad are dead and gone. I am the only one left in the world. I crossed my hands around my neck and tried folding myself up but my knees won't move. After much struggle, I realize I could not bend my knees, so I shouted, "Doctor!!!" My continuous yelling brought him running back into the room with another man I pretty recognized. "I am here... What is it?" The doctor asked upon entering in, and my uncle seconded, "hey, sweetheart, I am here. It's me, uncle Sam." "Uncle Sam I can't move my legs... doctor I can't move my legs!" I panicked, mumbling with unstoppable sob. Uncle same held me close to his embrace in a way that made me feel I was not totally alone in the world. At least I have my uncle even though I had not seen him for the past five years. "No, that's not true. You can move your legs. It's just your knees for now. Please stop sounding like you are about to die." The doctor's humourous voice pacified me a bit, so I had to quit whimpering and lift my head to really look at my uncle. "Uncle Sam, is the doctor telling the truth?" I asked but he could barely speak to me with assurance. "Just listen to the doctor. If he says you can. Why not? Why not? Come here!" He spoke friendly and I could feel the love in his eyes, that sparkling emotional tears that told me everything would be fine before he embraced me again. The nurse lady walked in again, this time with crutches and in a split second, I thought, who was that for? Then again, the doctor said, "She will have to make use of these to aid her movement until her knees improve." "For how long?" My Uncle asked but I was too afraid to be quiet "am I going to be using crutches now? I thought you said I was going to be alright and that I will be able to move my legs?!" I cried and barely noticed I was even wiggling my toes until the doctor replied to stir up hope in me. "Of course my darling, you can move your legs, they aren't paralyzed. It's just that your knees are going to hurt for a while until you get used to it. I don't know how long it will take but I can't promise you'll recover soon," the doctor said to me. I was absent minded at the time when he looked at my uncle, "it is indefinite, Sam. This is the only recommended way to go about this. A surgery on the knee is going to make things worse afterwards. Please take care of her." "Uncle..." I kept sobbing. "I'm sorry but is there any need for her to spend another day here? Won't it be better I..." "No, you can take her home. I'll have nurse Nina come to check up on her from time to time. She's been discharged." The doctor concluded and left. "Sweetheart, it's going to be alright. Let's go." Uncle Sam said and hugged me one more time. It was raining again on our way to Uncle Sam's house from the hospital when a truck on the other lane horned with flashes of light from it's headlamp then I observed uncle Sam's hand struggling with the steering wheel. Our car collided with the truck and again, and a flush of silence went through my ears.