I watched my whole dance career get thrown away as I felt the car hitting me and I began to pass out. Everything I worked hard at just went to waste. All those hours trying to perfect my moves were thrown away. Just because I didn't look both ways before crossing the road.

When I woke up in a bed that didn't feel like my own, in clothes that weren't mine. I was dazed, and confused. I had no memory of what had happened, until... "Oh my gosh! look at yourself! Your mom should take a look at you now, she would be so ashamed. She would probably think: Did I birth that child? Oh wait, she's dead! My bad!" People from school insulted me. That's why I ran into the street. I was heartbroken that they brought up my mom. How are people on this planet so cruel? "Hello. Your up." I looked up to see a old man with soft blue eyes. Ever heard of the expression eyes are the window to the soul? That was true. You could tell "I'm Mr. Nel. I'm your doctor."

"Oh. Hello Mr. Nel. Thank you for preforming surgery on me. Do you know when I'll be able to walk again? Or get back to dancing?" I asked.

Mr. Nel gave a sad smile. "My child, just rest for now," he said sitting on the bed and placing his hand over mine. As I looked up at him I noticed he was sitting on my leg, but I couldn't feel it. Mr. Nel must of noticed that I wasn't paying attetion to what he was saying and followed where my eyes were fixed. Right away Mr. Nel got up. "Honey. Just go to sleep. You will feel better in the morning.