Back in the woods;; Mini<33

"PITIFUL... WORTHLESS! DAMNIT!" I scream out to the house. My balance failing me once again with the crutches my dad had constructed. The kind that latch around below my elbow on my arm for stabilization, while I have the hand holds to keep a firm grip on the sticks. This time, I managed to trip over my own crutch, and landing hard on my sore knee for payment. I hear the footsteps come marching through the house. Those sounds are light telling me that it's my mom.

"I"m FINE, MOM... Just leave me alone..." My patience wears thin with these crutches because i've hardly had any time to manage a decent practice time with them. My parents nor my sister will let me do anything. They keep treating me as a baby. Keep telling me not to move out of bed or do anything for myself. I'm surprised they even let me make the trips to the privy without one of them around. THe first few days were the hardest. Struggling with the drops of my blood pressure every time I got up. The blood would drain from my face and render me unconscious for moments at a time. They said it would take time. THey said that I had lost so much blood it would take a while for me to feel up to moving around on my own. Two weeks in and I"m still being treated frail even when I don't feel it. Today, I just want to get out. I need air. I need the trees. I need to see people and not the ones that feel sorry for me. Yes, I may look cripple, but being treated like one is killing me.

I manage to get to my good knee, and use the crutches to get myself up. "All part of learning... all part of doing. You hate when people say anything about being color blind... even worse now. If anyone says anything... I'll pop them with these things of mine..." I say to myself under a whispered breath. I take a few steps with the crutches, and follow with my foot. Swinging my body and getting good movements going. The sound in the house has returned to normal. They didn't come to check on me like normal and for once I'm more than pleased. Autumn had saved my life. Saved what was left of it, and I"m not planning on letting it go to waste sitting around making myself feel bad for getting in a fight that left me like this. I grumble as I reach the door and exit.

The travel to the outside forests wasn't in no way, easy. Each dip in the foundation had me stumbling, but I seemed to have always caught myself. The leaves or old rotten vines would trip me. It seemed like a battle just to get where I wanted to go and right at this moment, I coulnd't be more happier to suck in the scent of the nearest pine. The cold that penetrated my nostils was fulfilling. I felt whole again.

"Finally back home..." I say as I take a few more uneasy steps until the point to stop, at least for a moment. Exhaustion coming to me plainly after two weeks of being bedridden. Almost as if on cue, my crutch finds the nearest dip in the ground, this time sending me tumbling once again. I stay down this time. My leg radiating with pain. I yell out with rage. "DAMNIT..."

I wait though. I listen to my voice as it carries amongst the firs. I take a few heaving breaths before I relax against the sturdy tree behind me. I take refuge for now.