Post by Aureolin Sky Meadows on Oct 24, 2012 6:12:23 GMT -6
November 24th, 2020
Auditorium
He had just been getting worse.
Aureolin sat at the edge of the table, gazing absently out into the empty room. He had disappeared for a while- nobody even knew where he was except the staff. The small boy had nearly died. All it took was a near-fatal crash, a flipped over car, and a broken heart. He didn't want to come back, but after long sessions of therapy, he had finally gained enough courage to show his face on campus.
Wheelchairs were humiliating. They took away one's pride, all sense of self esteem was gone when you had to sit and roll your ass around, unable to support yourself on the two legs you were given. Crutches were degrading, having to limp around, but some considered them a sign of a battle wound. A tough thing to do. But all together replacement... Aureolin did not want to show his face anywhere, even if he was not in a wheelchair.
The delicate boy's racing days were over. He hobbled into the room, upright only with the aide of braced crutches. He had a slow time walking, though most would just say he was still recovering. The contraption in place of his leg was hidden by pants, the bottom an almost unnoticeable white curve. Aureolin looked around slowly, his brown eyes tired and worn. "He-Hello?" he asked quietly, his voice no longer holding that lively tune. He could only hope someone was here. Mr. Jester, Simon, Kaia... The few friends he had. He looked around the room, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Please... Someone..."
Never before had Aureolin been so desperate to see someone.
Auditorium
He had just been getting worse.
Aureolin sat at the edge of the table, gazing absently out into the empty room. He had disappeared for a while- nobody even knew where he was except the staff. The small boy had nearly died. All it took was a near-fatal crash, a flipped over car, and a broken heart. He didn't want to come back, but after long sessions of therapy, he had finally gained enough courage to show his face on campus.
Wheelchairs were humiliating. They took away one's pride, all sense of self esteem was gone when you had to sit and roll your ass around, unable to support yourself on the two legs you were given. Crutches were degrading, having to limp around, but some considered them a sign of a battle wound. A tough thing to do. But all together replacement... Aureolin did not want to show his face anywhere, even if he was not in a wheelchair.
The delicate boy's racing days were over. He hobbled into the room, upright only with the aide of braced crutches. He had a slow time walking, though most would just say he was still recovering. The contraption in place of his leg was hidden by pants, the bottom an almost unnoticeable white curve. Aureolin looked around slowly, his brown eyes tired and worn. "He-Hello?" he asked quietly, his voice no longer holding that lively tune. He could only hope someone was here. Mr. Jester, Simon, Kaia... The few friends he had. He looked around the room, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Please... Someone..."
Never before had Aureolin been so desperate to see someone.
