I've always had dodgy luck but this was really pushing it.
"What are you interested in?"
I shrug, "I liked athletics, high jump, and long jump. Used to be one of the best on my team."
The man nods in understanding, I wonder if he really understands. I doubt it; he has full use of his legs, something of which I'll never have again.
"I'm here to help you participate as "normally" as possible in daily activities and in any interests and hobbies that you have and enjoy. Your mother said you'd been feeling down recently?"
I say nothing and glance away, if my Mum already told him that then why does he have to ask me?
"Would you like to tell me why you've been feeling down?"
I wouldn't like to do anything, I think hatefully. Not with any of you people.
He sighs at my silence, "Jack, your Mum is just trying to help you. She wants you to be happy."
I stay silent; I don't know what there is to say. That's what everybody keeps saying to me. "They want me to be happy." But they don't listen to me,