Life Isn't Always What You Expect It To Be

     I woke up in a strange room. The walls were white and there was a machine beeping next to me

with a tube running to my arm. I'm in the hospital and I have no idea why. A man in a black suit was

standing at the foot of my bed. I looked at him, "Of course my own father can't even come to see his

only daughter in the hospital. He has to send one of his employees" I say rudely. He smiles sadly

knowing that what I say is true, "I'm sorry," he says, "my name is Carl and your father sent me to

stay with you until you leave the hospital" he shifted uncomfortably. I felt sorry for him, "So what

happened to me? Why am I in the hospital?" Carl looked at me funny and walked out to get the

doctor. He came back in with a bald man who introduces himself as Dr. Witzigreuter. He looks at

me somberly and says to me, "You were in a house fire with you mother and brother. The house

burned down and you were the only survivor besides your father who was away on tour. "I stare at

him shocked but he wasn't done talking yet. He pats my shoulder and continued talking, "When

your house burned down a piece of wood hit your back paralyzing the right side of your body. It hit

some nerves and pinched them. You may also not be able to see clearly ether." he says. I reply, "I

can feel my fingers and toes and I can see you fine." "It's a miracle that you can even feel them and

as for your sight. I think you might go temporarily color blind but if you do, your regular vision should

come back." A moment of silence passed, "You thought I wouldn't have been able to walk?" he

nods and hesitantly adds, "You still might not be able too." He then left the room. I stared at the wall

taking all of this in. Carl walked over and sat on the chair next to my bed, "I'm so sorry Rosie" was

all he said as I busted out in tears.

     That was eight months ago. I now lived in the new house with my father. I was able to walk quite

well now but it was still hard sometimes. I even had attacks sometimes that locked up the right

side of my body. It turns out I was partially color blind, I couldn't see the color yellow or orange. My

father switched me to a different school. I didn't really care about which school I went too. All I know

is no one will figure out what happened to me if I can help it. I still had nightmares and flashbacks

of the night of the fire. I missed my brother Nathan. We were really close; if people saw us on the

street they thought we were best friends. I also miss my mom, no she wasn't the best mom ever

but, she was my mom. My father walks in my room on the first floor. He is tall, in shape, average

build, blonde hair, oh and he is rich as well as a bastard. As soon as he saw me sleeping he

dragged me out of my bed and threw me on the floor, "Wake up!" he yelled at me. He walked out of

the room then; I flinched when he walked past me. Did I also mention that he abuses me? Well he

does and no one notices it. I quickly get up and shower. As soon as I got out of the shower I

smelled bacon. Apparently we are having bacon for breakfast. I get dress in magenta skinny jeans,