I was trying to stand. I was too hurt to use this wheelchair for the rest of my life. Too much ache. I can't take it any longer, it was eating me alive. These rotten kids don't care about anyone's feelings.

I was doing it, I was standing! Although, it wasn't long 'till I trembled to the ground. Hurting myself.
"BANG!"
My legs gave out from under me. I may never recover. I thought.
This burden I carry may hold me back, or it may push me to keep going. I have to let go of the pressure.
I feel like it's me against the big world. Battling every challenge that comes my way.

I stood again, but trembled once more. I'm torturing myself, and pressuring myself.

I have to see the doctor. I want to know what's wrong.
"Hey mom?" I rolled around in the kitchen.

"Yeah?" mom asked.

"You don't mind if I see the doctor, do you?"

"Of course not. But why?" she questioned.

"I could just use your support, please, we'll talk on the way there," I replied.

"Get in the car," she said.

I stared deeply at her.
"Right, sorry. I'll help you," she forgot about my wheelchair.

It's hard for me just to get in the car.
Mom helped me get in the car, and off we went, to see the doctor.

"Hello, Janae! How are you doing?" asked cheerful doctor Anders.

"Fine, I guess. Thank you, doc." I replied, "I came here so you could check out my legs or something?" How was I supposed to word that?

"She wants you to see what's wrong with her legs. At a young age, the nurses told us her legs were crushed, and terribly injured. And she's in a wheelchair. She just wants to know why exactly she can't walk," mom told the whole story.
Thank you mom, for telling that. I just wish she didn't have to tell everyone.
Yes, it is sorta embarrassing that it happened all because of a treehouse.

He smiled, "I suppose so."

"Right this way," a lady said.

I followed her directions to the room I was supposed to go to.
"Have a seat." she said.

I took my seat.
She ran some tests, and she was checking what was wrong with my bones, and why I couldn't stand\walk.
"Hmm," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Your bones are hurt, kinda. But they've healed, I remember you, Janae. I was the nurse you went to see awhile back. And your legs have healed. But your bones still seem kind of hurt by the accident. I need you to stay off of them if you've tried to stand or walk. You're just not use to walking or anything because you haven't in a couple years, and I believe you have a chance of walking again. You can recover from this," she replied.

"You mean...I could walk? But how? If I'm not use to it?" I asked, confused.

"I mean you could walk, but you need to wait. You need to let them heal completely. They need time. I'm not positive you'll be able to walk again, but I am saying you have a chance. Janae, come see me in a week."

"Thanks doc.!" I smiled.

She helped me back in my wheelchair, she talked to my mom about things, and mom drove home.
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"Janae? Where were you?" Skye was automatically in my house.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry! I forgot about our plans."

"Plans?" mom grinned.

I blushed, "we're going to meet up with Skye's friend, Jamie. We're gonna hang out."

"Jamie? A boy?" mom's grin formed into a smirk.

"Ugh, mom! Please stop!" I blushed even more.

"Ooh," she said, "alright honey."

We met up with Jamie.

"Jamie? This is Janae," Skye introduced us.

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Hey, Janae. What a beautiful name," he smiled.

"Thanks." I replied, "do you care that I'm in a wheelchair? I understand if you don't want to be seen with me."

"No, not at all. You shouldn't judge people by their looks. You never know what they've been through," replied Jamie.

We stared at each other for awhile, until Skye said, "well! Looks like we're all getting along," she grinned, "come on."

I know what she meant by, 'getting along'. Ugh, I don't even know him!! Staring at each other, sure that's weird.
It means nothing though.

Jamie smiled at me, and nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

I smiled back shyly.
I went home after we all three got to know each other better.

"Dear Lord,
Please help me recover from this. It's something I've put my heart into. I'm really hoping I can recover. Thanks. In Jesus Name, Amen." I prayed.