One Dream, By: zzmbrashear [novels to improve english TXT] 📗

over to it and began to wheel up it. It was harder to wheel than the regular ground but I was determined to make it over it.
I got almost to the top when my arms gave out and I wheeled backwards. I came to a slow stop as the wheel’s dug into the dirt. I buried my tear soaked face into my hands, disappointed in myself.
My Father was just coming out of the house when he saw this. He ran over to me and comforted me.
“I can’t do it.” I admitted.
“Its okay, its going to take some time.” He tried to help but it didn’t.
“Its a stupid ramp! I should be able to do it! I can’t do anything else so why can’t I do this!” I shouted. I wasn’t shouting at him but more at myself.
He got behind me and he wheeled me into the house. He sat me in the door way as he washed his hands.
“Hungry?” My Mother asked.
“No.” I quietly said. I wheeled myself to the stairs with intentions of going to my room but that idea flew out the window. I closed my eyes and gather myself. I didn’t want to have another break down. Not in front of Allie.
My Father stood up and walked up to me. He picked me up and carried me to my room. I didn’t say anything but deep down I felt helpless. I felt weak and like I couldn’t do anything.
“Goodnight.” He laid me in my bed and kissed me as he covered me up.
“Goodnight.” I murmured as he shut off the lights. I slid down up the covers and closed my eyes. I hoped that the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner this nightmare will be over but I was wrong.
When I woke up I was just as immobile as the night before. I sat up but it didn’t make any difference. I picked one of my legs up and put it off of the bed. I picked up the other one and put it off of the bed too. I pushed off from the bed with my hands but as soon as I got up I collapsed onto the floor. I punched the floor as tears fell from my eyes.
My Mother ran up the stairs when she heard the thump from me falling. She saw me from the top of the stairs.
“Dave!” She hollered to my Father. He came running up behind her. She rushed to my side and tried to help me up. My Father came and took my other arm. They sat me back on my bed.
“I can do it. Just let me try again.” I begged. My Mother shook her head. Her eyes were watery but I didn’t see a tear, not yet.
“No, don’t torture yourself anymore than you already are.” My Mother begged me.
“What torture is more than having a dream you cannot fulfill?” I asked.
“No torture should be that painful.” My Father answered.
“Then, why should I have to endure it?” I asked. My voice was hoarse and shaky from crying.
“I can’t answer what I don’t know.” My Mother murmured. I hung my head as tears fell from my eyes and shattered on my limp thighs.
My Dad would wheel me to the stables and let me see Skyler but he wouldn’t let me try to ride her.
“Its going to cause you pain you don’t need at the moment.” He would say.
I didn’t care what he says. I want to try. I know I can do it. I know if I try, I can’t do it. Only if he would let me try.
“Let me try! Have faith in me! I can do it!” I begged my Mother as she washed the dishes.
“Annabelle, it kills me to see you like this. So, vulnerable and helpless but it will kill you even more to get on her and not be able to do it.” She sighed.
“It kills me even more sitting in this chair watching everyone else walk.” I whispered as I wheeled myself outside.
I wheeled myself to the stables. I wheeled myself to Skyler. I sat in front of her. Staring at her brown eyes staring back at me. I wheeled myself closer to her. I placed a firm grip on her main. I pulled myself up and grabbed her side. I pulled myself until I was on her but I couldn’t sit on her. My legs wouldn’t let me.
“Anna!” My Father called from the doors of the stable. He ran to me just as I slipped and fell. I hit the ground hard but I didn’t feel it. “Are you okay?” He asked as he picked me up and set me into my chair.
“I don’t know. I can’t feel anything.” I said flat out. He hung his head for a second and then lifted it.
“What do you think you were doing?” He asked very crossed.
“I had to try. I can do it! Let me try again! I will show you!” I begged him but he shushed me.
“No, Anna, you are not aloud in here without supervision from now on.” He said in a stern voice.
“But, Dad!” I shouted.
“No buts, Annabelle. This is for your own good. I can’t trust you around horses anymore. Not when you undermine my authority like this. What I do and tell you is for your own good. Seeing you like this doesn’t make me happy. It kills me but I’d take you like this any day because having you like this is better than not having you at all.” He murmured.
“Really?” I asked furiously in tears. “Because I’d rather be dead! There! I said it! I’d rather be dead.”
“Don’t you ever say that!” My Mother said in tears. She came up from behind me.
“Why not say it if its the truth!” I shouted at her.
“Because we can over come this!” She replied.
“How do you know?” I asked. By this point I wasn’t even yelling anymore. I was just over whelmed and tired.
“Because we love you and we know you can do anything but we have to take it step by step.” My Father answered.
Within the next couple of weeks, I began to start taking therapy. They started by strengthening my legs and getting me to do things like hold myself up. I didn’t see the point at first but it helped a lot. I could lift myself out of my chair and I go from things like my bed to my floor.
I tried to be as dependent as possible. If I could do something on my own, I tried. I didn’t want this to affect my life anymore than it already has. My Mom and Dad wont let me anywhere near Skyler. I can pet her but only when they are watching.
I try to to think about it. About not being able to walk, or run or ride but its hard not to think of something when there is a constant reminder. I don’t see how my life can change this much. How one little accident can have such an affect. If anything was to affect me I thought it would be the death of Skyler, not the death of me.

My parents are slowly bringing me back to Skyler. Torture, I know but they say its the only way. They want me to take this step by step.
Today Dad says he’s going to take me on Skyler. Waylon is here to help. I sat in my chair looking up my Father. He was thinking on how we should do this.
“Okay, Waylon. I’m going to prop her up and you need to hold her long enough for me to get on. Okay?” he asked. Waylon nodded but his expression seemed as if he didn’t know how this was going to work but I didn’t care as long as I got to ride Skyler. Even if it was one last time. All I wanted to feel is the breeze on my face and the reins in my hands.
My Dad lifted me onto the horse and Waylon held me on. I was surprised at my Fathers strength. He lifts me and carries me everywhere. I know he’s a country boy and he has muscles but he lifts me as if I was as light as a feather.
Dad hopped on and wrapped his arms around me. He grabbed the reins next to my hands.
“I’m going to get her going and then you can steer.” He told me. I nodded. Then, I clicked my tongue and watched as my Dad gently tapped heels on her sides. I know that this isn’t what I wanted. I know I wanted to be able to ride alone but, I’m going to have to deal with this. Life throws curve balls and you just have to know the right moves to throw back at it.
As we got going I felt the wind in my hair. I closed my eyes as I dreamed. I dreamt of myself and Skyler. It was just us on the trail. The wind was blowing through my hair and I was standing as we speeded up. I opened my eyes to find myself disappointed. My legs, still useless, flopped as Skyler galloped along. It was hard to see myself like that. She know that this is as good as its going to get.
Thats all it took. That one ride, thats all it took to push me to where I needed to be. After that ride my parents started letting me ride more. I began getting more and more physical therapy. Its helping. Slowly, I am getting my strength back. They still say it wont happen. They say its never happened before and it’d be nothing short from a miracle but thats what they don’t understand. It will be a miracle. It will be a gift from God. I know I will walk again. I know I will ride again. I just know it.

Today my therapist decided to go a little further. Instead of our usual routine with walking on the treadmill and push ups, she decided to let me ride Skyler. Alone.
She wheeled me out to the fencing. She sat me in front of Skyler. She set her head on my lap. I kissed her as the wind blew.
“Are you ready?” She asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I sighed. I put my arms around her neck and she lifted me. “You’re not going to be able to lift me up there.” I chuckled.
“I know.” She smiled. Waylon came up from behind her.
“Hi, Annabelle.” He smiled.
“Waylon,” I smiled back. My therapist, Kaelee, handed me to her. Her short red blew as the wind went over us. I wrapped my arms around Waylon’s neck.
“I’ve missed you.” He smiled. I smiled back. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know the right thing to say.
As he set me on Skyler, I felt unstable. If it wasn’t for him holding me straight, I would have fallen minutes ago.
“I feel unstable.” I stated.
“Anna, you have no legs, no support. You’re going to feel unstable.” She explained. I nodded. Kaelee took the reins and pulled Skyler around as Waylon held me up. This wasn’t what I wanted. This is just torture. This isn’t right/
“Stop!” I demanded.
“Why?” Kaelee asked.
“Are you okay?” Asked Waylon.
“Just Stop!” I demanded. They immediately stopped. Waylon got me down and held me. I avoided eye contact as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Annabelle,” Waylon said.