I woke up hearing to a beeping sound and I instantly realised that I was in a hospital. I opened my eyes and saw a blurry vision of Myrah. As my eyes adjusted I found my mom and dad. They had an expression on their face which was always for Myrah and it was concern.

      I started to panic. I tried to move my leg but I failed. My heart started beating erratically and I felt that it would just break out of my rib cage. I don't want to become like Myrah!

       “What is wrong with my leg?” I yelled as tears started forming in my eyes.

      “It's a temporary bone damage. It will heal if you let it rest but...” A doctor whom I did not noticed earlier said. “B-but what?” I stuttered as I was petrified. “But if you don't take proper rest then I fear that it will get damaged permanently.” The doctor completed his sentence.

       I started wailing as loudly as my aching throat could allow and I was sure that if I don't stop now then this hospital would drown in the ocean of my tears. I was shaking violently, just then I felt two arms wrap themselves around me. I looked up and saw it was Myrah who hugged me and I returned the hug. I don't know why but I felt hope.

       “You will get well Sarah.” Myrah cooed to me.

       “Really?” I asked and she nodded her head promisingly.

       Later, the doctor told me that I can go home and handed me a cane which looked similar to Myrah's. My heart broke again when I imagined myself limping like her. Myrah held her hand towards me and gave me an I-am-there-for-you look. I held onto her hand and stood up slowly, she stumbled a little in that process but managed to stay firm for my sake. I felt really guilty.

      The girl whom I considered as the villain of my life is supporting me. The girl whom I considered weak was lending me strength. Now, it was the time of stairs and came to support me but Myrah stopped him and said,“Dad, we can.”

       Then we slowly stepped down. I couldn't help but ask her, “Myrah, has it always been this difficult for you?” This time I did not mean to hurt her.

      “Not when you are with me.” Her answer crumbled my heart and I felt like a monster for behaving so immaturely for these years.

      I hugged her and said,“I am sorry, Myrah.”
   
     She returned the hug and said, “I understand. But at this moment you have to take care of yourself and be emotionally strong.” At that moment I realised that I must be physically strong but The Real Strength lies within her.

                       THE END