I Used to be normal

Chapter 6

Nearly 5 weeks after being shot and I was finally back to my apartment. Matt had been in whilst I was out cold and cleaned. Apparently, Myra was the one who made the apartment wheelchair friendly. Not that I was at a point where I could use the wheelchair. Life was awkward for the next 3 weeks only Matt and Myra had key cards to my apartment, so they were the only ones who could bring the doctors in to see me.

As we approached the 9-week mark I started to become more independent. The kitchen counter height had been lowered so that I could actually use them. I had finally started to get used to the wheel and even though I felt very confined I still had fun zooming around the hallways in an attempt to avoid people. When I say zooming I can go up to 5 miles per hour, but that's still a good jog. Hopefully, I'll be able to walk eventually but the physio doesn't seem to be doing much.

It's not how its meant to go a powerful person gets shot and is paralysed. Well at least I know I don't have to worry about my legs aching just the rest of my body.

Nearly 3 months after being shot and I was finally out of the compound. According to the police, this is the perfect time to get a police statement. I suppose the drugs I was on before would have made a statement more interesting but possibly not correct.

The police statement started, as usual, name, where I live and all the other boring stuff. The police officers seemed to be doing a good cop bad cop act.

"So." the first officer said as he neared over the table "are you going to tell us what happened or are we going to have to force the truth out if you?"

"Force it out of me. You realise I was the one who was shot."

"So you'll cooperate with us?"

"I didn't say that."

"You could get into trouble for not sharing information with the police," the second officer was much older and more gentle in his tone. 

"I know but I won't help with your investigation."

"That's alright you have a choice when it comes to these things. I will, however, be charging you with obstruction of justice, " the second officer said firmly.

"I didn't say I wouldn't answer your questions. I just won't help with your investigation."

"Fine. Let's get on with this then. At the time of your attack could you see your attackers face?"

"Yes."

"Are you able to describe what your attacker looked like?"

"No."

"What. But you just said you saw your attackers face."

"I did, I just can't remember what they looked like. I will tell you what I remember. The attacker was a white male. That's all I remember."

"So this has been a massive waste of police time."

"I do like to help out the community."

They left quickly after this remark huffing and grumbling as they went.

At least I managed to annoy the police. The FBI has been working with the police since I became a bit more well known, to get rid of me or arrest me. As of yet, I haven't slipped up. So much illegal activity has gone under the radar.