The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Seventy Three

Katie POV:
Several months had passed since my accident, I had been allowed to go back home and with rehabilitation the hospital saw no reason as to why I wouldn't be able to walk again.

But I had my doubts.

Severe doubts.

My whole body strained what I attempted to stand and my legs almost felt like they were burning whenever I used them or attempted to do rehabilitation. I had to use websites for rehabilitation, I would be paying off the hospital bills I had been given for the rest of my life let alone afford rehabilitation for my legs and back.

Everything else about me seemed fine, other than the scar on my forehead and the uneven locks of hair on my head, nothing else but my legs was wrong with me.

I couldn't afford anything to have happened to me.

I make sympathy money now which hardly gets me by. People drop coins to me when I play my violin or guitar more out of pity than anything, and some people even had the nerve to say I was probably in the wheelchair just for attention.

Well screw them.

But Isaac had come back, but I didn't really see him much. It wasn't so much he didn't try to do things with me, but it was more I wanted him to go away, to leave me alone.

Slowly he seemed to get the message and the closest I got to his presence was the sounds of his guitar strings through the walls.

It wasn't just him, I found myself doing it to everyone.

So I spent most of my time sitting still or lying still and just trying not to cry. I hadn't been to school in a while, I was planning on going back soon so I could get all the stuff I've missed so I have at least some chance of passing exams for unis or colleges of any variety.

I sat on the balcony looking out to the setting sun and could feel myself beginning to cry again. I had been crying a lot since the accident, because I didn't know what else I could do.

Someone suddenly knocked on my front door. It made me jump and I hiccupped from my cries as I almost violently jerked the wheels of the wheelchair to turn around and roll through my apartment. I never knew how hard it was to move in a wheelchair, I had gotten used to it, but when I first got it I had absolutely no luck in moving even down a hallway.

I managed to make it to the door and opened it using a make-shift walking stick and turned the door handle and pulled it towards me slightly. Cassidy peeked through the door to me and smile, "hey, sweetie." She slowly entered my apartment and closed the door behind her.

I made a sad but small smile to her as I turned back around and started rolling to the 'living area' of the apartment.

"Did you need something?" I asked turning to face her.

Cassidy shook her head as she sat down on my bed and faced me, "I haven't seen you in a while. I miss you, sweetheart," she informed smiling.

My hands were firmly holding the handles of the wheel chair that made me move. "I miss you too," I confessed, "but if you're not here for something than I'd prefer to be by myself if that's okay, Cassidy."

Cassidy's meek little figure gained something frightening firm as she narrowed her eyes at me, "Katie, quit being such a selfish brat," she snapped.

Her words to me back a little, "what?"

"Stop being a selfish brat," she repeated slowly. "Yes, you got hurt. Yes, you are in a wheelchair. Yes, this is a hard time for you, and yes, I understand you want to be alone to think about what you're doing. But fuck you, Katie! Do you really think the rest of us are okay?" she snapped at me, her hands were scrunched into fists. "We're all worried about you, and you keep hiding yourself in this apartment for most of this time." Her eyes were red like she may cry, "do you not understand some of us are guilty about what happened to her?" her voice was breaking.