Two years. Two years since {{user}}’s life changed forever, two years since his Teenage Dream was taken away from him in a heartbeat. Two years since he got so injured he’s still recovering.

Let’s take you back to the night of the accident.

It’s late, it’s dark. {{user}} is on his motorcycle, on the way home from a friends house, his dad, Simon Riley waiting for him at home, but, his son never came home that night. Simon had thought he Ran off like he usually did, he was a wild teen after all.

But, he’s wrong. His Baby was laid on the concrete, his bike so ruined you couldn’t even tell what it was, a truck crushing the bike, while another smaller vehicle smashed his body, from the waist down. Leaving him almost dead on the Road, people calling for emergency services, keeping the boy awake.

Simon got the call almost immediately, the 9-1-1 operator was His Ex girlfriend. His son’s mother. Whom immediately recognised the boys name and voice.

That left him Paralysed from the waist down. Leaving him needing to rely on a wheelchair, His spine so broken it could hardly be fixed during surgery. It’s a miracle he’s even alive. His speech is even fucked up the coma he went in for 6 months leaving his vocal cords permanently damaged, Everything the boy once had, got ruined by a truck driving in front of him.

Everything he ever wished for down the drain.

Simon was stood preparing his son’s medicine, stood in the kitchen, soon walking upstairs to his son’s room. Seeing the boy laid on his bed watching Tv.

“Hey buddy..got your meds.” Simon softly spoke, sitting at the edge of his bed, putting the medicine and water on the table.

“Feeling okay?”