Legless

Amazingly I Came Up With This Story, Because Of My Friend's Pain...

My friend B***** had told me a story of an injury she received during her kick-boxing class and she said that her legs hurt really bad. When she told me this, I said, "What if they have to amputate?" and then she replied by saying, "That is my worst fear, because kick-boxing is my life and without legs I couldn't do it anymore." Then my writer's mind started processing this, "What if I made a story about a girl who couldn't feel her legs?!" This is that story and I hope you enjoy. Please leave comments  or feedback and share this link. Thank you!~

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She stared down at her legs and she could feel them there, but for some reason as she touched them she could not feel any sensation that her hands had been there. She wondered what was wrong with her, that maybe she was hallucinating. Maybe she was paralyzed! But no, she was not paralyzed for she could move with ease, but she could not feel herself moving. She could see her legs do the movement, but she could not feel them so to her it was basically like floating.

“Amelia, something’s wrong with me?” she told her friend as she was done walking up the stairs.

“What?” her friend asked.

“I can’t feel my legs!” she told her friend.

“Prim, that’s crazy,” her friend replied. “You must be having a pretty bad day.”

“Whatever,” Prim said, disregarding her friend’s comment. She thought Amelia would feel some sort of alarm from the fact that she wasn't able to feel her legs.

“I mean you walk with your legs, imagine I stopped walking!” Prim thought in her head. Her face contorted into a frown and Amelia noticed but paid no attention.

No one paid attention. Prim was a girl that was very strange, so people really never did try to pay attention to her anyway. You could ask anyone in the school and they’d tell you Prim was the freak with an obsession of drawing the goriest things she could think of.

So what was it that she didn’t take this situation and make it into something she could draw? In fact, it was actually in the back of her mind to make a gruesome drawing of a girl being amputated. And of course, she drew it. She drew and she drew and she drew until her class was over and when class was over her drawing was complete.

It read Prim all over it. It had the essence of all things Prim. It was Prim!

“Prim, don’t you think that maybe you’re taking your umm, illness, a bit too far,” Amelia suggested to her.

“No, not really,” Prim replied sliding the picture into the front cover of her binder. She wanted everyone to know how she was feeling at the moment.

“I think it’s a bad omen to do something like that and not expect it to really happen. I know you’re all about death and gore, but do you really think drawing out your fate is going to help you survive this strange case of paralyzation of the legs.”

“No, and since when did you start believing in bad omens,” Prim said leaving her friend alone and going to the stairwell where she could be left to her own thoughts.

“My legs are probably going to be amputated by some fabulous doctor that will find pleasure in severing them to the best of his abilities. Yes, that seems ideal.”

She walked home, still floating and then she saw it. The evil doctor she had pictured in her mind. He was almost too real that she for a second didn’t think she was hallucinating. That it could in fact, be real life!

“Are you my deadly doctor?” Prim said enthusiastically.

“I’m a doctor, yes, but I was sent for a girl who could not feel her legs,” he said.

“Oh, you’re real,” Prim said.

“Well, of course I am,” he said.

“Hmm, my legs, I can’t feel them, but I thought you were fake, because I pictured you earlier this morning. Seems I’m a bit of a clairvoyant, aren’t I?”

“Shall we go,” he said.

“I never go with strangers to strange places, but…I guess I’ll make an exception,” she said taking a fancy to her doctor. That startled her that she could find someone as strange as her. She made it a point to impress him with her peculiarities.

“What’s your name?” he asked her.

“Prim,” she said. “And yours, Mr. Doctor?”

“Well, it most definitely isn’t Mr. Doctor. I have no name. Never will either, because I find names to be one of the stupidest creations made by man. Who cares what name we are given? We are all the same person with or without a name. Names just give identity and they are soon to be accustomed to clichés. Would we really want to live in a world with clichés?”

“No, I don’t think I would like that. Everyone at school, thinks that since my name is Prim, I should be very…uptight. But I am in no way, shape, or form uptight. I might be particular about how I like something, but never uptight.”

“I understand,” he said. They’d arrived at the hospital. It was Prim’s kind of place. Abandoned just like how she felt on the inside.

They stepped inside the hospital and inside the lights flickered, the beeps of heart monitors soon stopping to make that dreadful long beep. Oh, it was everything to her to hear that noise.

“If only I had my sketchpad with me, then I could draw all the miraculous things I was visualizing in my head right now. How awful, that I did not have it with me!” she thought.

“So we’re going to amputate these darling legs of mine, are we Mr. Doctor?” she asked. 

“Well, seeming as you are fond of the idea, why not?” he said smirking.

“I’m fond of the idea, but that doesn’t mean I’m feeling…up to the task,” she said smirking back.

“No, you’re ready,” he said taking her into a room. “You’re ready for my wonderful surgical saw to cut into that skin.”

“That’s quite suggestive,” Prim thought in her head but she nearly said it out loud.

He took out the surgical saw and it seemed to glow in the flickering light of the hospital room. He cut into her legs and the pain that she experienced was unbearable. Why had she even thought of this as a wonderful experience, no it was absolutely horrible. She wanted to scream in pain, because he hadn’t even used an anesthetic on her. What kind of doctor would this?!

She’d asked for it though.

Soon, she blacked out and woke up in a bed with blankets keeping her warm and a soft pillow to keep her comfortable. It wasn’t her own room, but she felt like she had been in there before.

“Thank goodness, it was simply a dream,” she said and then the doctor came into the room. He eyes widened and she started shaking.

He said, “Are you fine? Do you feel anything?”

“No, I don’t,” she said. “Can you please go? I must do something.”

“Of course,” he said with the same smirk he had given her last night.

When he left the room, she slowly lifted her blankets and looked underneath them. What she saw, was nothing. She no longer had legs. She would never be able to walk again.

“Why, oh, why, did I wish for such a dreadful thing?!” she asked herself her voice beginning to quaver.

And as if her body had finally realized what was going on, a loud scream left her mouth and filled the whole hospital with nothing but the agony of a hopeless girl.