Mira could not help but blush at Brettly's comment about her.  She was so glad that he felt that way about her, she just wished she didn't have all these old memories that felt like they were yesterday creeping up in her mind.  She always thought he was repulsed by her body never wanting anything to do with her unless he was in the mood. "Yeah I think we both need coffee before we are in good moods."  Mira said with a smile.  Her smile got even brighter when he told her they could make it a short session today if she wanted. "Whatever my therapist thinks is best.  I don't want to let him down."  Miranda said with a slight sigh knowing that she felt that her therapy was taking forever.<br/><br/>She seems to keep forgetting that she was in a coma for over a year and the first part of the time she woke up they worked on speaking and eating again.  During these times she was always forgetting about Brettly even being there, that's why the first time she really woke up she was surprised to see him really.  "I feel like I am getting no where fast, I hate this."  Miranda said as she slammed her fist into the bed.<br/>Right now it was so hard for Miranda because her mood swings were all over the place.  One minute she was happy and then the next she was depressed again and she hated it.  Brettly was so patient with her sometimes, but she did wonder what he mumbled when she wasn't around.<br/><br/>She shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts as he had come back with the shirt she had put on him.  "Yes, you will do for now."  She tried to smile still shaking those thoughts.  "That bread does sound wonderful." She said after she returned the gentle kiss he had given her.<br/><br/>Miranda let Brettly help her into her chair, which actually if she had to spend her life in it she would not mind it at all.  Brettly got her a motorized one in her favorite color of purple. It even had a attached little basket that she could carry her journal in along with any book she felt like reading.  Even though it was motorized Brettly still liked to push her in it. She had heard what he had said about the movie and she thought about how he had said it.  It was a tone that she was all too used to, it was the tone of something he really didn't want to do, but would of course would do it to save him from her wrath.  Once again her mood changed as he moved her up to the table.  She gave a slight smile when she saw the gift, but today she was not as excited to open it.  It looked like today was going to be one of those bad days which she had come to hate.  Too many old memories were at the surface now she couldn't shake them.<br/><br/>Miranda stared at the food on her plate trying to forget about the package sitting next to her as she picked up her fork and started pushing around the food on her plate.  She was not sure if she was mad at herself, mad at Brettly, or mad at the world right now, but whatever it was she was all of a sudden mad. "You know we don't have to watch the stupid movies if you don't want.  You don't have to do anything you don't want." Miranda screamed out of no where, "Put me somewhere and they can take care of me so you don't have to spend the day trying to keep me happy."  Explosive mad and this was the type of mad many times they had to medicate her for while she was in the hospital to keep her from hurting herself.<br/><br/>She picked up the package that was next to her and suddenly threw it across the patio, almost throwing it over the balcony.  "I don't want any more worthless gifts, I want my life back."  Miranda suddenly screamed, "I want my memories, things that I know."  Miranda said as she started to cry.  She took the control on her wheel chair and turned her around and headed back inside.  She was a wreak and could not stop crying.  She wheeled herself back over to her bed and crawled into it and buried her head in the pillow messing up her hair that Brettly worked hard on to be perfect for her.