Interior monologue
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Daniel Borough, age 17, is a paraplegic who has been in a wheelchair most of his life. When he was 3 he was in a car accident with his parents, which ended up with his becoming disabled. He has been brought up in a well off family but seems to be very alone at times. During his life he sees so called �normal� people around him gawking and staring. He has become very defensive and aggressive towards people in general and their ignorance towards people with a physical disability. Daniel is in a shopping centre heading towards a CD store.
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Yeah, what the hell are you looking at? Do you have a problem? Give me a bloody break and stop looking at me. I�m sick of these damn people. Look at them acting so bloody stupid and ignorant. Can�t their minute brains comprehend that someone in a wheelchair is normal? Do they think I�m some sort of freak, some circus act, some goddamn freak show! Do they get their kicks out of just looking at me and making some dim-witted comments to their friends? I�m sick of these bastards, absolutely sick of them.
Here I am wheeling through the shopping centre just wanting to go to the music store to pick up that new CD I wanted. But as usual I have to deal with being stared at continuously by these narrow-minded people who just think of me as some kind of retard.
I don�t remember the accident, the car accident that is. I remember growing up in the wheelchair though. Well, for a while when I was young it wasn�t a wheelchair that I had; it was this little skateboard type thing you could say. It used to bother me how I saw kids running around and playing while I was there in my wheelchair. I thought that I had done something wrong to deserve to be in that wheelchair. Today I guess I�m just used it all. Ofcourse it bothers me to see people running around and all that kind of stuff, but I�ve realised that I�m going to have to be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life so there is no point in me getting all upset about other people being able to use their legs. I remember doing leg exercises all the time on this bicycle my grandpa made. I had to use my arms to make it move and it would move my legs as if I was riding the bike. I don�t really do exercises for my legs any more; I guess I�m just getting lazy, or maybe I just see no point....
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