Love Is Like A Playlist

Why,Who, How?

Where am I? I opend my eye slowly.

"Jasmine! Oh my gosh, you scared us!", my mom said grabing my hand.

"What's going on? Why am I in the hospital?", I asked.

"You were found knocked out on the side of the road, dear!", a lady with a clipboard said.

"Who are?", I asked the lady.

"I'm the nurse dear! Now lay back down, you need to rest!", the nurse said.

"No! Mom! Get me out of here!", I screamed.

I looked at my mom who was now crying into Greg's chest. I looked over at DayDay who was crying into his hands.

I swung the covers off and swung my legs to the side. I gasped at what I saw.

I began to tremble, My mom cried harder. There was a right leg...and that's all.

I covered my mouth as the tears formed and fell. I looked up at the nurse,she opened her now tearing eyes.

"Get back in bed, dear.", she said wiping her face, turning me around and putting the covers back over me.

How did this happen? Who would do this to me? How did this to me? Why did this happen?

DayDay stood up and walked towards me. "It's my fault baby sis. I should have made you get in the car.", he said.

"No, it's my fault, I should have never told you two to come to LA.", Greg said rubbing my hair.

"You all have to leave, she needs her rest!", the nurse said.

My family hugged me and left. Guess I have to learn yo live a leg-less life. I drifted to sleep.

I ran. Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. So does the figuring, growling like a mean dog.

I run towards the monkey bars. As I run I hit the ground hard. I look down and my foot is trapped in a uplifting tree root.

The dark figure runs up to me. "Please!" I began to beg. The figure pulls out what seemed to be a gun. "You will pay!" It said. "Noooo!" I pleaded in tears.

I woke up, not being able to breathe. I saw a person in all black putting something in my IV tube.

I reached for my help button. The person threw it on the floor. They squeezed my thigh hard.

"Your leg was just a warning! If I catch you around him again things will be more fatal.", they said.

They laughed in my face. I gathered enough strength to pull the mask it was wearing.

They hit me in the face and squeezed my thigh harder. I scratched their face.

They grabbed my collar and threw me on the floor. I grabbed their collar and rung them on the floor harder. They threw me against the cupboard.

I crawled over to the help button. They pulled me by my hair and onto the couch. The person ran to my help button.

I jumped on their back, they stood up and banged me against the door. I sunk down slowly. That one really hurt.

They laughed in my face again. I used my leg to knock them over causing them to bump their head on the hospital bed and on the floor.

I crawled to my help button and pressed it repeatedly. Nurses and doctors ran in minutes later. The police came.

A doctor examined me and re-bandaged my thigh. My family was alerted and my mom came to spend the night with me.

I've only been in L.A. for 2 months. And this is what happens. I should have just stayed with Nana back home.

My mom begged me to stay home from School. Being the rebel I am, I refused and rode with DayDay to School.

Of course the stares came back. Langston would just say "What! You never seen a girl on crutches!".

I got a ton of sympathy from teachers. The snickering girls snicker. Amber's not even up to my level! I'm taking therapy for my injury. Their trying to teach me how to walk with a prostatic leg. It's a hard knock life...