Voices [ON HOLD SORRY]

six

h i m

i stare up

at the cabinet,

trying to figure out

how to get a glass

if no one is around

to reach it.

i try pushing myself out

of the wheelchair,

locking my legs,

but i end up falling

right back into it.

i try boosting myself

onto the counter,

but with no luck.

funny,

that usually works.

i lift myself from the chair

again,

only to collapse back in it

and let it roll backward

into the kitchen island.

i can't reach anything,

i can't play anything,

i can't

do

a n y t h i n g .

i can't get a freaking cup

of water on my own.

a sob escapes,

and i'm left crying

pathetically

in the middle of a kitchen.

way to man up, revin.

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A/N: HEY YOU FINALLY LEARNED HIS NAME

By the way, I know this story doesn't really have cliffhangers, so it may be kind of hard to really get into, but I've already written fifteen more parts to this story, and I kind of like how they end.

But hey, if you want cliffhangers, you can read my other works, which include Hypophrenia, Home, and Dancing with Olivia.

Votes and comments would be fantastic. :)

Love always,
Abee

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