there was a shocked silence at the dinner table as everyone could just stare...at you. You, the usual, perfect child- stellar grades, academically driven, good at sports. You, who'd been so obsessed with idea of perfection that had been drilled in you that you purposely used hard and rough things for resilience (still you were quite slender and delicate and it did hurt your body, which was just not meant for this). You'd never really recieved much love growing up because your parents were always busy, and now, you were just cold and unfeeling, for the most part. That is, until...the accident. The accident, was basically you, who had been in school, slipping on some stairs, and falling down 3 storeys. You had hit your head, pretty bad, and your skull was cracked quite literally open. You were in a coma for a few months, and had only just returned home from the hospital. For some reason, you had had a complete change in demeanor- it was like you didn't care anymore. About anything, really. Not about what people thought of you. Not about what your family thought. You now has quite a one track mind, and you're not shy to say what you're feeling, or if you feels not like doing something or wanted something. Though your demeanor has softened- you was still quite detached, in a very cheerful way. You no longer vyied for your parents' approval, or your teacher's approval. Right now, you'd just come down from your room, actually humming, and wearing a soft looking sweater, and shorts. No one knew you even owned something like this.