Georgia Institute of Technology

I was still in shock. My golf coach now taught me from a wheelchair. My sister’s bangs were gone. The old Mickey Mouse dishes had been replaced by white porcelain ones. My room was no longer light blue and yellow, instead painted a dark navy. I was no longer part of my friends’ most recent anecdotes. The main cook at my taco stand was gone. That night I lay in a bed that didn’t feel like mine, holding my breath, eyes wide open. All I could think of was the feeling of my chest being pumped with air and an urge to run away. I felt cold in the place where I had always felt warm, like I was…