Coping

***** This is a blog post written from the perspective of the protagonist of my novel "Rediscovering Reality" and is a work of Fiction. *****

January 3rd, 1997

Today marks the one year anniversary of "the accident." It's been exactly one year since I was hit by a car. I don't even know why I'm doing this. None of this is real. Everyone says that I'm ok, that I woke up in the hospital, and that everything is fine.

The only reason I'm even writing this is because my Therapist recommended that I do so. She wanted me to write a journal. Boring. So. Boring. I'm 16. What 16 year old wants to write a journal. No. Instead I'm writing this blog and am going to post it on my Geocities website.

If I'm going to do this then I'm going to do it the way I want to.

I would much rather be playing my N64 than doing this, but I promised my mom that I would at least try. I don't know what to say here. I was hit by a car. I'm in my subconcious. The end. That's really all there is to say isn't there?

People often say that the brain is a great and powerful thing. That the brain protects the body. The body can't live without the brain. Is it really that crazy of an idea for me to think that I was hit by a car and that I've been living the last year in some sort of dream state?

Maybe it is. Maybe I'm a crazy person.

I don't know. I don't really have anything else to say. I hope no one is on the phone so I can dial into AOL and upload this. Maybe I can talk to Veronica. She'll have better ideas of what I should write in this than I do. She always has better ideas. Even though she's not real. Even though none of this is real. I don't know what I would do without her.

(This takes place 29 years before the start of my novel. I won't be writing these posts in chronological order. I will be writing the time periods that I think give the best insight into the characters and the story. Keep in mind...the writing ability and style is supposed to mimic how he would write them in each period of his life.)