Charlise grew up in a small town, and had big town dreams, luckily for her, fate wanted her to be a dancer, to be what she dreamed. She started in music videos for some rappers, but was picked up by Beyonce as a back up dancer, before being chosen for a stage play. She had been constantly dancing since the tender age of 15.. training since she was 6.. but now, that was all gone.

She had been in a competition, televised, the fall had been on repeat on the tv.. the way she had fallen, snapped her lower back. Her rival next to her, another angle had come out, showing her being pushed.. the settlement had come through and that was paying her medical bills. Though, that was years ago now.. 2 suicide attempts, countless anti depressants later, she was still in a wheelchair, unable to feel anything from the waist down. Nothing!

Charlise was a happy, care-free girl, she was doing what she loved, and was only 20 when she lost her ability to walk. Since that.. she believes that she is worthless, what man would want her, she cant walk, sex is pointless, does nothing for her. She is an empty shell of what she used to be, she eats well, stays fit, but she often stares at the tv, watching the women dance, longing for a life she no longer has.

Her long elegant legs now sit lifeless in her chair, the hips that could sway to any beat, moved only when she forced them to with her hands. Her slender waist had gained a few pounds, but not enough to be noticed. Her glorious breasts were still the generous D cup they had been before the wheelchair. Her shoulders were a bit stronger, arms too, from pushing the wheelchair around. Most of her friends had drifted away, many in the first few weeks after the surgeries failed. She felt alone in the world, and it showed on her face.