Some things in life come out of nowhere; whether it is death of a loved one, a change in the weather, or getting punched in the face. The latter of which I would know about, considering how many fights I've gotten into at school. These things take you by surprise, and it's up to you to choose how you deal with them. You can let them ruin your life or improve it, you can let it change your attitude and how you are as a person, or you can learn from it. It's all up to you. These things may come as a shock, but you get to control the shockwaves.
Normally, I'm pretty good at controlling those shockwaves, but on that one day in April, when I was literally hit by a life changing event... I had no idea how to control the waves. I had to learn to ride with them.
And I'll tell you: it was the best decision I ever made.
I was mad. And I was mad at everyone and everything.
Today was just one of those days where everything just ticked me off. Even the sun.
Why did it have to be so freaking hot?
I stormed down the path that I usually took on my way home. The trail wound through a park with nice trees and playgrounds, it travelled between a massive hill and a small pond that ducks swam in. Normally I enjoyed the view, but today... it just ticked me off.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched scream to my left, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, pain coursing through the left side of my body.
People around me gasped, and when I eventually pried my eyes open I noticed they had stopped to stare at me like I was an animal in a zoo. Couldn't they just mind their own freaking business? I assessed myself quickly and noted that there wasn't any serious damage, as far as I could tell, so I sat up and dusted myself off. I turned slowly to see what I had been hit by, but then totally froze when I did.
A teenage girl was lying on the ground motionless, her body sprawled out, and next to her was a wheelchair tipped on its side, one of the wheels still spinning.
Cursing under my breath, I kneeled next to her and gently rolled her over onto her back. I was really hoping that she was not dead, because this day was bad enough and I did not need murder on my hands as well. But thankfully, as I moved her she groaned and brought her hands to cover her face.
"Hey are you, um... here," I gently helped her up into a sitting position.
She used her hands as a balance shaking her head slightly, "That was... different." The girl rolled her shoulders and scrunched her face in pain when she must have found a sore spot. People were still watching us carefully, and the girl took notice of it. Lifting a small hand she called out, "I'm okay! Thanks everyone, but there's nothing to see here!"
A few people slowly moved on, but the rest loitered around keeping an eye on this crazy girl and the probably mean looking guy. She glanced around at them all, and I couldn't help but notice how blue her eyes were... like really blue. Like, creepily blue.
"Help me up?" she asked me after a moment. I reached down to grab her arms and pull her up, but she stopped me with a shake of her head. "Uh, not like that," her lips twitched as she gestured towards the wheelchair, still spinning on its side.
Mentally kicking myself, I quickly got it and righted it, "Thanks," she muttered, before carefully pulling herself into her chair like she probably had countless times before. Her little arms looked like they could barely lift her own body up, but she did it without asking for help... which surprised me. She was so thin... and just well, small.