A/N: Hey. I thought I'd do another 'before that', so here we are. Enjoy. (A full explanation of this type of flash fiction in 'Behind Her Walls')

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Artie can't remember a time before he was eight when he was as content as he is now.

Before that, Artie did his best to put up with the shoves from the football players as he wheels himself down the corridor and ignore the jeers the cheerleaders whisper to each other as they walk past him.

Before that, Artie braced himself, looking at the back staircase of William McKinley High School. He was dreading wheeling himself up one of the only three ramps and into a school where no-one would know him and everyone would hate him.

Before that, Artie's best friend Zack, who knew absolutely everything about him, moved to India. Zack never thought to write.

Before that, Artie's dad finally ought a car big enough for his wheelchair, so that it was easier for Artie to get to places. But all it did was make him feel that much worse about the whole situation.

Before that, Artie stared at the wheelchair, not really understanding. He couldn't explain why he couldn't feel his legs anymore, or why his life suddenly looked a whole lot more miserable. He just knew that he'd have to sit in that thing for the rest of his life.

Before that, Artie blinked up at his mum. He wanted to ask her what had happened, but he couldn't speak. He just couldn't. Every time he opened his mouth, his stomach clenched too much to talk.

But now, Artie can't remember a time before he was eight when he was as content as he is now.