“She's lucky, isn’t she?” 

“Surviving that terrible accident with only a paralyzed hand.”

Hearing the two women talk about her, the girl pressed her hands against her ears, gripping her hair and scratching her pale skin with her healthy hand. Stop it. She desperately thought, squeezing her eyes shut, in an attempt to forget. But it was impossible. She would never be able to forget that accident. She would never be able to return to her old life. Her meaning of life, she lost it. Her existence, gone. Everything disappeared together with the feeling in her hand.

And it would never return.

She could remember what happened, as though it was yesterday. The sudden halt of the car, the driver's scream, the wide, fearful eyes and nothing. Nothing, yet so much. In her whole life, she hadn't felt so much at once. Shock, nausea, pain, hope, nostalgia, just everything. And then: panic. The sour, desperate feeling of panic that spread across her body when she woke up amid a burning car and her arm stuck between the two seats that were pressed against each other. It was a piercing pain, yet it didn’t reach her. From all the smoke she inhaled, she was close to falling unconscious, and she didn’t seem to feel anything. But then, she saw it. The two people she had been sitting with. Strangers, they had been, but it didn’t change the fac