[Shaun]

'Here, let me help you,' Vincent's friend opened the shop door for him and he moved past her in an annoyed hurry.
'I don't need help, I may be in this chair but I'm not an invalid,' he said bitterly as he wheeled himself down the high street. 'I'm capable of looking after myself, I don't want your pity.'

'I don't pity you Vincent, it's just hard for me to watch you struggle.' Vincent didn't respond and the gap between him and his friend grew larger as he sped up. He knew she meant well but it didn't stop him from feeling the way he felt. Before the accident he had freedom and independence but now he felt like a burden on his loved ones. It felt humiliating to be so reliant on other people.

Vincent came to a crossing just as it was safe to cross. He didn't bother looking both ways and was halfway across the road when the car hit him. Vincent hit the ground hard and his wheelchair landed a few feet away. He groaned in pain and tried to gather his bearing but everything felt out of focus and time seemed to be moving slower than before. He looked around as he lay on the ground and saw the car that hit him spin around and speed towards him faster than before. He yelled out for help but no one could have done anything, The car drove over him, ending him in a brutal fashion and leaving bloody skidmarks on the street as it sped away.