TITLE: The Chat Room
GENRE: YA Suspense
Five years ago nobody thought I'd live to see my seventeenth birthday. But here I am, eating large doses of chocolate cake, and unless you know where to look, you can't even see my scars.
Even more of a miracle, I've convinced my over protective policeman dad to let me have a party. I had extra leverage this year. It's my parents' twentieth wedding anniversary today, so Mom demanded a celebration of her own and talked Dad into taking her out for dinner.
I shove the last chocolate crumbs into my mouth, and place my empty plate next to the silver tray with the knife that Mom used to cut the giant cake slabs
My sister, Lia's plate is empty too. "I'll load them into the dishwasher." She leans across to take my plate and accidentally bumps the knife so it clatters off the silver tray, straight onto my bare foot with the drying nail polish.
"S***!" Blood is seeping out.
Lia's eyes widen. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz."
Dad bends to look. "It doesn't seem that deep."
Mom comes back with disinfectant and a pressure bandage.
Lia crouches next to me. "Oh Mindy, I've ruined your birthday."
I put my arm around her. "No, you haven't. You'll hardly even see the bandage once I put my shoes on."
"But it must hurt."
"Don't worry. I've had worse."
Everyone goes quiet. I guess like me, they're remembering back to the accident, to the time I almost lost my life.