You couldn't do much of anything for the next few days, well you didn't try to anyway. Everything just sort of…blended together. You have to have a nurse help you into the shower, you couldn't go anywhere without another person to push you around in your wheel chair. Everything just went numb for a little while. You hated all this babying and were growing bitter and cold, your once gorgeous happy smiles were gone and were replaced by scowls and sarcasm. You've always had weird trust issues and never really trusted anybody. And you certainly weren't about to spill all your feelings to the routine shrink you'd been seeing to "help" you with the trauma.
"Gin I think we started these one on one sessions to early. I think the reason you're so angry is because you don't socialize and feel nobody understands." Gin was your nickname. Ginny was too girly for you. Huffing you crossed your arms and stayed quiet.
"I think you need to go to group therapy, there'll be kids your age." You weren't a kid you didn't need a group. "Come on let's go. I think there's a session right now. You gave him a dark look but didn't do anything. What could you do? You can't even walk, your staples had just been removed so now it was only stitches. He walked you down the hall to a bigger room with a window. Everyone inside looked around your age. So you were gonna meet some more people, big deal. He buzzed a doorbell and a stout blond lady with a clipboard opened the door.
"Room for one more?" your shrink said. Slowly pushing you forward. You glared at the smiling lady in front of you. The look on her face showed she pitied you. You hated pity.
"Of course Phillip." Phillip was your shrinks' name. He pushed you into the room and left with a small wave. You were wheeled in the front of the small circle of kids. Scowling as you were stared at. They looked at you like they would an alien. You loved this already, thanks Dr. Phillip! NOT!
"WHO THE HECK IS THIS CHICK?" Oh joy. Anger issues much? He looked short and had messy black hair and brown eyes with heavy bags underneath.
"cHiLl BrO. ShE sEeMs CoOl, 'SiDeS, sHe aIn'T gOt FeEt." Thank you for pointing that out. He looked really out of it and had grey face paint in two large circles over his eyes and a smile over his mouth on his face. He had also had black hair and it was very messy and unkempt. When did he brush his hair last?
"Tavros could you scoot over please?" a boy in wheelchair responded. So you weren't the only cripple. Your lips twitched a smile but that faded as it came.
"uHH,,,sURE mRS. jENNINGS,,," he reminded you of Demyx. His hair style was the same only the front hung as bangs and the rest of the mullet looked brushed back instead of spikey. And it was a reddish brown. He had green eyes and freckles and both of his legs. You wheeled your self in between him and a…girl? She had flaming red glasses on and a blind persons cane. At least she couldn't see your condition.
"Now everyone introduce your self and your quirk to our guest and we'll continue with our activities." She sounded grandmotherly and kind, you resented coming off as hateful and cruel. You just didn't want people to mock you. "Terezi, why don't you start?" she looked in direction of the blind girl next to you.
"OK. MY N4M3 1S T3REZ1 PYROP3, 1'M 16 Y34RS OLD 4ND 1'M BL1ND. BUT 1 C4N SM33L COLORS 4ND WORDS." She was the same age as you. At least you assumed Terezi was a girl.
"My name ii2 2ollux captor, and Ii'm biipolor. Ii'm 17 year2 old, My parent2 2aiid my mood 2wiing2 were two extreme." Apparently Sollux liked red and blue. His glasses had one blue lens and one and one red one. He was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans and dark red and blue shirt. His hair reminded you of Anthony from Smosh and had been died red and blue on the tips. Other than that his hair was blond, and he had a lisp.
"MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I'M 17 YEARS OLD AND MY DAD SAYS I HAVE ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES." So he did have anger issues.
"mY nAmE iS gAmZeE mAkArA, i'M 16 yEaRs OlD aNd I uSeD tO hAvE dRuG pRoBlEmS." Poor guy. Why would he do that? Your dad died of a drug induced heart attack because of a reaction with the drugs he took for a blood disease.
"i'M tAVROS nITRAM,,, i'M 16 YEARS OLD AND i,,,uHH HAVE A BENINE TUMOR IN MY BACK THAT'S,,,uHH PARALIZED ME,,," you audibly gasped and covered your mouth. Your blue eyes had been softening as people introduced themselves but this was worse than your than your situation. You can't imagine what his family is going through, even if the cancer is harmless, still it's terrible for anyone to be diagnosed with that horrible disease. Your turn now.
"My name is Giniveve Holland. I'm 16 years old and lost my legs in a car crash." You said staring at your knees, you shifted and pulled your stumps up on the chair tucked them under you hospital gown. Your hair fell across your face and you felt ashamed. For what? You were sad and felt alone. More alone than you've ever been before. And no matter how hard they tried to console you from anything, you would run away. Like you always did, stupid trust issues.