A Year ago today, I was hit by a bus.
It all happended so fast.
I was walking with my boyfriend across the street, and the next thing I new, I woke up 2 months later in a the hospital.
The doctors told my family I wasn't going to make it. I'm a very small girl, and my body was giving in. Everyday, my boyfriend would come and see me. He stayed with me on the weekends. I could here a voice in my sleep. I did'nt know it was him until I woke up. He told me everything. But he would always say the same thing.
"Don't die on me, You're to special, please, I know you'll make it beautiful."