When Love Walks Without Steps - Prologue

In The beginning god created heaven and earth, then there was me1

Jeremy cult always wanted to be happy, it was his dream. It was almost fulfilled when he found the girl of his dreams, Rachel Simmons a rich girl with a heart for him to take care of. Though tragedy befell on him as he gets trapped in a situation where she’s got a gun pointed at her. As any boy would do for the girl he loves, he step out in front of the gunshot, shooting his spine. Jeremy then collapsed, and when he awoke, Rachel’s dead body lay before him. Jeremy was taken to a hospital, and when receiving news that Jeremy’s spine had been corrupted and he can no longer walk he decides to kill himself. Failing at his suicide attempt, Jeremy tries to move on. A year later, his therapist decides he needs a friend. So his father hires a girl, Roxanne Dammar, a poor girl needing money seeks it in Jeremy’s father, the famous billionaire. Jeremy’s father pays her tons to be Jeremy’s so called friend. Jeremy hates her at first knowing that she’s not his friend. Though as time goes on they become good friends, and love walks without steps throughout their lives as they live with each other.2

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My heart beats softly, again. The cold bitter taste in my mouth must be the taste of life. It’s the bitter sting of it all, this life. I can still hear my heart beat in my chest, thud, and thud. If only I could met the day when it stops. Happiness would arouse from my grave, because I would know I wouldn’t need to live this life anymore, I wouldn’t have too. My legs, are incapable of moving, I’m not strong enough to move forward. I don’t want to do this anymore. I look across the room as my father opens the door. “It’s time to go to your therapy appointment,” Look at him, all dressed up. In his bright colors, the day of my funeral I won’t even get to see him wear black, not even a dull color. “ok,” I reply. I lay there. So helpless. “Wait, dad, could you…help me a little?” I’m pathetic, I can’t even walk, what use am I? 5

Though father doesn’t hear me, I lean up in my bed and move my legs so they hang off the side. Painfully I pull my chair towards me. I don’t mean physically painful, I mean emotionally. It’s harder than you think you should try it sometime, you know. Being helpless, useless un-needed, just a total burden to everyone. I hoist myself into the chair with only my arms. My arm muscles have too much work, there the thing I move around, and they get tired just like you legs do. 6

My therapist isn’t the brightest crayon in the box, though neither am I so I just listen to what Mrs. Warren says, and my life continues just as worse as it has been. My life never has gotten better, its always been in one of these two states, “Depression and sadness,” or “False Hope For Happiness”. Depression and sadness is easy to explain, its simply when I’m depressed and sad all the time. False hope for happiness is different. It’s the façade of something that’s not really there. Though it seems so real and tangible, Like Rachel, my dearest. I’ll never forget the only thing that ever brought me hope in this world. 7

January 17th, 2007 approximately 9:00 me and my beloved Rachel were going into a store to get her favorite candy. Lemonheads, though I hated them so much. I’d by them for her any day. She’s say “Jeremy, could you go buy me some lemon heads?” She was everything to me. SO we went into the store, and she grabbed her lemonheads. Though that’s when he entered. A tall man, about six foot four looked like. We were a good distance away from the guy. But then, he pulled out a gun and pointed at her, And yelled at the chashier to give him the money. The chashier didn’t react as fast as the man wanted him to. He shot the bullet. 8

I tried to save her, I stepped in front of her and took the shot to my back hitting my center spine, cracking it and severing the spinal cord. After that I don’t really remember much, except waking up in pain, looking at Rachel’s lifeless body next to me. Blood coming to her chest, from her heart. The one thing I was supposed to protect. And I couldn’t even do that. Then the pain came, reaching out for her, trying to stand, and barley being able to lift a finger. 9

Then it went black again, and I awoke in the hospital. I had several needles in my arms. The doctors told me I was lucky to be alive. But I didn’t want to be alive, I wanted to be dead I wanted to be with my love. She gave me purpose and life. Everything I needed and wanted. And she was gone.10

I remember yelling at the doctors “why, why did he kill her” they told me that after I was shot he continued to threaten the man. He shot Rachel only minutes after I fell, and not only that he got away. I couldn’t even feel the satisfaction of revenge. No revenge, no hope, nothing. I decided then and there. I was going to kill myself.11

That life wasn’t worth living without her, without my purpose. So at the hospital I crawled on my hands to the bathroom in the dark of the night. I finally reached the bathroom, and it looked like I lay lifeless on the floor for a moment. Until I hoisted myself up to the toilet seat and banged my head against the white porcelain, the blood ran down my head, and a scream ran throughout the building. Nurses and medics ran into the bathroom where I was attempting to bang my head open. There was so much blood; I remember not being able to get the stench of it off my hand for weeks. The rotting smell of my useless blood made me sick. I had fifteen stitches on the right side of my head. Till this day I still have a scar, I can still imagine the blood trickling down my forehead. 12

After that, I had to go to a therapist, and was kept under surveillance in the mental ward for a while sense I was in danger of hurting myself. When you’re in danger of hurting yourself you’re not allowed to have anything, or even go anywhere without being with someone else. As life continued, my energy drained until I got to here.13

Here is right now, me listening to Mrs. Warren and her telling me that I need a friend. The only thing I can think right now is, getting to emotionally attached to someone. I don’t want to be close to anyone anymore. I don’t want to care about anyone or anything. So if I do that, I won’t be able to lose anything so precious to me again. I won’t have to handle the pain, if I do that. I won’t. 14

Though, I have to listen to what she says, and my father being my father he call someone on the phone. He’s probably calling my new friend oh joy. That’s the last thing I want, and the last thing that I need. As my father slaps his phone shut he smiles and looks at me. It’s that your gonna love this son look that never ever brings any promises only regret. So we are going home now. 15

Home, is a word that seems more foreign then it should be to me. There’s going to be someone there waiting I know it. Someone who is being forced to be my friend, so I can be happy, or at least look and act like I’m happy. Who would take that kind of job? A cruel and heartless one at that. I know someone without any money. My father is rich did I mention that? 16

Well he is and I hate it. We pull up the drive way and we see that there’s another car in the driveway. That doesn’t surprise me at all though. My father slowly helps me out of the car and into my chair, and he rolls me inside. 17

There, standing in front of the silver stairway was a girl with long black hair, she glanced at me. She has surpassing beauty. No one could deny it. She was beautiful in herself, and sad thing was she probably didn’t know that. 18

But as her blue eyes met with my saddened green stare, we knew we were in for hell. We were in for the ride of a lifetime, and this process was called. Learning to be in a friendship, which doesn’t always work?19

“Hi, I’m Roxy,” Her face flushed nervously, “Hey; I’m Jeremy nice to meet you Roxy,” 20