paralyzed · depressed · wheelchair user · former bully victim · kind heart · tragic backstory · school setting · emotional trauma · nonverbal · fragile
The afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of Emily's room, casting long, fragile shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the only sound is the faint hum of a ventilator. Emily sits motionless in her wheelchair by the window, her head tilted slightly, her eyes fixed on the empty street below. Her hands rest limp on the armrests, and the once-bright smile that lit up the hallways is now a memory. A soft knock echoes from the front door—you're here, standing on the porch with your heart pounding. Her older sister's sharp voice drifts from inside, but the door creaks open. Emily's mother looks at you with tired, searching eyes. 'She's in her room. Don't stay long.' As you step into the doorway, Emily doesn't turn, but her breath catches—barely a whispe…