A/N: I know, it's been a while...well, I'm taking a crack at it again...hope you like, if you don't, plz feel free to tell me how much it sucks, b/c I need to know =)
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I never thought I would be able to walk again, but after four months in a wheelchair, my physical therapist thought we should take a crack at it...
She wheeled me to a room with two wooden rails about three feet apart from each running down the middle. She instructed me to stand between each rail and hold on while I walked. Let me tell you, it was a horrendous disaster. I could only walk about a centimeter, and then I would collapse in pain. She decided that I needed the wheelchair for a few more months, because my legs were still very weak.
"How'd it go?" Dylan asked when I emerged from the physical therapy building.
"Still need to use the chair." I replied somberly.
"Cheer up sis, it means you still get to leave class early." He smiled helping me into his car.
"You know something Dyl, I love you." I grinned.
"That's sweet, I hope you mean love as in sisterly, cuz I'm not into girls." He joked.
Getting out of the car I saw something move in the bushes. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it.
"It's okay, we're in the house." Dylan said reassuringly.
"Thanks." I forced a smile, I was still a little scared.
"Hey, I have an idea...while mom's at work let's throw a party, we can invite as many, or as little people as you want. You decide the guest list. Who do you want to invite?" He asked.
"Marco, just Marco." I said. "We'll order pizza and watch movies and you two can...be you two." I giggled.
"Are you sure? You don't want Spin or Hazel to come?" He asked sweetly.
"Yea, I don't know how Spin would handle the two of you, he's a little touchy around that area, and besides, you've been so helpful to me, you deserve it." I smiled.
When Marco arrived I laid on the couch watching the movie and trying not to pry into their business too much. I almost swore I heard rocks on the window, but when I looked over there was nothing/no one there.And then around nine o'clock the doorbell kept ringing, but no one was at the door. Dylan figured it was an electrical misfunction. I knew it was more.
"Dyl, I'm scared." I whispered.
"It's fine." He replied.
Mom called later and said she was not coming home until tomorrow, typical. Marco called his parents and told them he was staying over my house because I was home alone, careful not to mention anything about Dylan.
"Thanks for staying Marco, I really appreciate it." I blubbered.
"No problem...if that creep's trying to get you again he'll have to get through me first. Let me tell you I'm pretty tough when angered." He fake growled.
"Oh really? I've never seen that side of you." Dylan joked tossiling Marco's hair.
"Hey lovebirds, we're here for me remember?" I giggled.
Around midnight they fell asleep. I just lie there watching a movie I couldn't remember the name of. I really hope Rick wasn't out there. I wish I was conscious when the cops found me. I hated myself. That was it, I snapped. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of perscription painkillers.
"Once a day, yea right." I mumbled.
I downed about five a was out cold. I woke up to bright sun streaming through my window. What time was it? I noticed Dylan and Marco standing over me.
"Good morning sunshine, or should I say good afternoon. It's three o'clock in the afternoon." Dylan said sounding disapointed.
I didn't want to tell him about the pain killers. Did he know? Was he mad? Would he understand?
"What happened to you? You have dark circles under your eyes and you look really pale." Marco said handing me a mirror.
I looked awful I had to admit, but over doing was the only non-violent way to die I could think of, and dying was the only way to end this madness. So, I had to do it.
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I never thought I would be able to walk again, but after four months in a wheelchair, my physical therapist thought we should take a crack at it...
She wheeled me to a room with two wooden rails about three feet apart from each running down the middle. She instructed me to stand between each rail and hold on while I walked. Let me tell you, it was a horrendous disaster. I could only walk about a centimeter, and then I would collapse in pain. She decided that I needed the wheelchair for a few more months, because my legs were still very weak.
"How'd it go?" Dylan asked when I emerged from the physical therapy building.
"Still need to use the chair." I replied somberly.
"Cheer up sis, it means you still get to leave class early." He smiled helping me into his car.
"You know something Dyl, I love you." I grinned.
"That's sweet, I hope you mean love as in sisterly, cuz I'm not into girls." He joked.
Getting out of the car I saw something move in the bushes. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it.
"It's okay, we're in the house." Dylan said reassuringly.
"Thanks." I forced a smile, I was still a little scared.
"Hey, I have an idea...while mom's at work let's throw a party, we can invite as many, or as little people as you want. You decide the guest list. Who do you want to invite?" He asked.
"Marco, just Marco." I said. "We'll order pizza and watch movies and you two can...be you two." I giggled.
"Are you sure? You don't want Spin or Hazel to come?" He asked sweetly.
"Yea, I don't know how Spin would handle the two of you, he's a little touchy around that area, and besides, you've been so helpful to me, you deserve it." I smiled.
When Marco arrived I laid on the couch watching the movie and trying not to pry into their business too much. I almost swore I heard rocks on the window, but when I looked over there was nothing/no one there.And then around nine o'clock the doorbell kept ringing, but no one was at the door. Dylan figured it was an electrical misfunction. I knew it was more.
"Dyl, I'm scared." I whispered.
"It's fine." He replied.
Mom called later and said she was not coming home until tomorrow, typical. Marco called his parents and told them he was staying over my house because I was home alone, careful not to mention anything about Dylan.
"Thanks for staying Marco, I really appreciate it." I blubbered.
"No problem...if that creep's trying to get you again he'll have to get through me first. Let me tell you I'm pretty tough when angered." He fake growled.
"Oh really? I've never seen that side of you." Dylan joked tossiling Marco's hair.
"Hey lovebirds, we're here for me remember?" I giggled.
Around midnight they fell asleep. I just lie there watching a movie I couldn't remember the name of. I really hope Rick wasn't out there. I wish I was conscious when the cops found me. I hated myself. That was it, I snapped. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of perscription painkillers.
"Once a day, yea right." I mumbled.
I downed about five a was out cold. I woke up to bright sun streaming through my window. What time was it? I noticed Dylan and Marco standing over me.
"Good morning sunshine, or should I say good afternoon. It's three o'clock in the afternoon." Dylan said sounding disapointed.
I didn't want to tell him about the pain killers. Did he know? Was he mad? Would he understand?
"What happened to you? You have dark circles under your eyes and you look really pale." Marco said handing me a mirror.
I looked awful I had to admit, but over doing was the only non-violent way to die I could think of, and dying was the only way to end this madness. So, I had to do it.