The night before me and Rachel stayed up late talking on the phone and jumping on the trampoline, until four in the morning. Then we decided that we wouldn't be able to wake up early for school so we wanted to skip. So we walked down to the train tracks, which is where we go to hangout in the summer. We usually go swimming there. But that day it was cold, and anyone who says we were "sunbathing" are fucking idiots. But anyways, we layed down because rachel's mom would drive by in the morning to get home from work, and we didn't want to be seen, so we layed down.
We didn't mean to fall asleep, and idk how we didn't wake up. We werent on any drugs or anything. Rachel fell in between the tracks, and I kept going 182 feet. I lost my leg below the knee and Rachel lost half her foot.
Iv changed a lot from this, and I have become a better person. I think alot more now and I appreciate a lot. I've come so far, and i'm not ready to let this hold me back from being happy. I accept myself, this doesn't make me less of a person, even though i'm treated like that sometimes. I'm sick of being hated for somehting like this, its rediculous and I know that i'm a good person because I would never wish this on someone else. This was my mistake, so don't fucking harass me about something that I already know is stupid. Im not asking for sympathy, I just want respect.
People like to think of this day as nothing. This was the day my life changed forever. Sadly, no one will ever understand the pain I went through. When it comes to the actually accident, the healing proccess, Physical Therapy, Getting used to crutches, learning to walk with a fake leg. That only covers the physical pain, lets not even get started with the emotional pain.
So how dare anyone make fun of me; i've been through enough.
Have heart