My story is one made up from many different threads -
intertwined ones of different lengths and of different complexities. As my story unfolds some will come to an end
and then gradually, almost imperceptible, recede into the background. New
threads, some almost unimaginable to me in those first few weeks after the
accident, will rise up to replace them.
I had spent a nightmare restless night at Nan and Granddad's. Almost every negative emotion you can think of was churning through my brain and my immediate future seemed to consist of a long series of hurdles to be overcome. Top of the list of course was Mum and Dad's funeral but going back into school - knowing that I would be the centre of attention - ran it a close second.
Breakfast provoked the first row of the day so I retreated to my bedroom to pack my bag in peace. I had to think hard what day of the week it was and I had no idea what lessons I had timetabled that day. In the end I managed to get everything packed so I walked out my car ready for the short journey to school. By then the contrast between how things had been just a few days earlier and how they were living with Nan and Granddad was starting to overwhelm me. Escaping to school suddenly felt the better of two fairly dire alternatives!