|| "In fairy tales the world is dark and cynical. People are saved by the mystical and the magical. Girls are pulled out of their towers by Prince's with swords and rescued by Lion's from stepmothers, troll-fathers and others. This isn't a fairy tale, I saved myself without magic, a man or any other. Just the courage to stay alive." ||
Now that my legs are strong enough to stand for a little longer it was time to take a chance.
Percy, handling me like a fragile china doll, steadied me up as he took me for a walk just outside the hospital doors. Until today my only taste of the fresh air outside had been experienced from a wheelchair, as my legs had wasted from sleep. There I was standing on my own two feet, wondering how Sleeping Beauty could last a hundred years asleep without turning to nothing but skeleton in that time?
It had been early winter when I closed my eyes in the car wreck that took my parents lives.
It was late spring when they finally opened again.