I stared out the window, watching the sun set, as my dad's best friend, , drove me to my new house. Well, my aunt's house. I am living with my aunt Steph because my died because of suicide two weeks ago. I kind of don't want to go -I mean I am eighteen, I can take care of myself- but then again, I am disabled and can't walk so I would need someone to help me. I have to use my to get around. I got it for my birthday a few years ago, because I didn't like the plain black ones. Black is boring.

As Phil and I approached my I started to feel a little better. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, I thought as Phil pulled up to the driveway. He took the keys from the ignition and got out of the . Phil walked to the bed of the truck and pulled out my wheel chair, unfolding it, then walked to the passenger side of the truck, opening the car door and lifting me out. I'm pretty skinny but I'm not anorexic.

Phil placed me in the wheel chair and wheeled me to the front door. "Now Bree, I want you to be good for your aunt, you hear?" Phil is kind of like a second dad to me. "I will, I promise." I said to him. "I'm going to miss you, shortie." Yeah, that's his nickname for me. "I'll miss you too Phil. Y-you'll visit me right?" I asked him. "Uh, I'll try, but I've got a lot of stuff going on..." Phil says while scratching the back of his head. Suddenly my hands that were resting in my lap became interesting.

"But I want to give you something, to remember me by." Phil said. I looked up and he dropped the keys to his truck into my lap. "Y-you're giving me the truck?" I asked. Phil knows that I've always admired his blue truck, with it being low to the ground and all. A few years ago, Phil and my dad used to sit in the front of the truck and drive through the forest, while I sat in the bed of the truck with my folded up wheel chair, enjoying the scenery.

Phil nodded his head. "I'll take a bus to the airport." He said as he went back to the truck to get my two suitcases. He placed them next to my wheel chair and then stepped in front of me. Phil knocked on the door, kissed me on the forehead, and started walking down the block, as a single tear fell down my face. I wasn't known to cry a lot.

Just as Phil was out of sight, the front door opened, and there was my that I hadn't seen since I was six. "Oh Bree, you're here! I haven't seen you in ages!" She exclaimed as she kissed my forehead. "It's g-great to see you t-too aunt Steph." I stuttered. Yeah, I have a stuttering problem, but I don't stutter around people that I've warmed up to, like Phil. Aunt Steph grabbed my bags. "I'll just bring these to your room." As aunt Steph walked down the hallway, I rolled myself through the front door, which led into the . From the living room I could see the and the hallway that my aunt walked down. I rolled into the hallway and saw an open door which led to what I think was . I saw my aunt putting my clothes into the tall dresser that was against the wall. She finished and looked up at me. "Oh, it looks like you found your way around the house huh?" Aunt Steph asked. "Y-yes I did. You have a beautiful house." I said politely. "Why thank you. Well, we should probably get ready for bed. Do you need anything?" she asked. "N-no thank you." I said, just as the doorbell rang. "Oh, I'll get it." Aunt Steph said as she scurried out of my room. I followed her in my wheel chair. She opened the front door to see a big package with my name on it. "I wonder what this is.." she said. I tilted my head to the side, trying to figure out what it might be. Aunt Steph picked up the big package and brought it too the kitchen. She grabbed a knife and cut open the package. She lifted out my light blue . My gave it to me three weeks before she died in a car crash. She died when I was seven, so I don't have many memories of her.

"Oh, t-that's my guitar. I d-didn't want it to g-get stolen, so I had Phil s-send it out here instead." I told aunt Steph, taking the guitar from her and setting it in my lap. "I'll j-just bring it to my r-room and then go to b-bed" I said, turning and wheeling away. as I entered my room, I closed the door and decided to try to finish the song I was writing.

"The Climb"
I can almost see it.
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I, I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep goin',
And I, I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, 'cause

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb

Yeah

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb

Yeah, yeah yeah

Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep the faith baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa, whoa, oh.

As I finished singing and strumming, I put my guitar aside, lifted myself into my bed and fell asleep.

Notes

Sorry this chapter took a few days but I finally finished it. It's still kinda short though. LOL IM SORRY FOR BEING A WEINEY!!! :( You guys love me anyways though ;)