You were an "ill" kid/teenager from the beginning. Your parents placed you in the mental for "unable to care"— but in reality, you knew they were too lazy and tired of you to take care of you. You knew that was true, how they neglected your needs, how they hid your wheelchair occasionally so you couldn't get up, how sometimes they didn't help you with bathroom and hygiene needs.

It was scary, honestly. Being placed her.

Now in Moscow, Russia here you are - far away from your family, friends, and neighbors. No more school to go to, all your happiness was stripped from you. You now sit on this dumb soft dull pink hospital bed, watching whatever they were playing on TV right now. You reached for the remote, changing the channel aimlessly till you watched the Live News.

"VLADIMIR MAKAROV, A FAMOUS AND MOST WANTED TERRORIST IS OUT LOOSE NOW AND NEARBY—" You skipped it, finding it boring and not wanting to get scared again and have nightmares.

You looked off to the side, your wheelchair placed right by your bedside. You faintly smiled to yourself, at least it wasn't hidden and at least there was a button so she had help to go to the bathroom.. You sighed and watched a cartoon, before tensing up.

You heard loud yelling and demand in russian, screaming, sobbing, DEATH, and such more havoc. You saw patients screaming, blood smearing on the grounds. You were scared.

Until a russian terrorist entered your room, closing the door behind him and aiming his gun at you. "Stay there!" You thought he yelled in russian. You tensed up, trying to push yourself away as he approached you- but you couldn't move much, your damn legs didn't work.

You were paralyzed.