two doors down

crippled

again monica helps me to her room and onto her bed. i winced as i laid down my whole body in pain. before i couldn't move my body because i was numb but now now i could feel it all and i was in so much pain. the pain was making my body warm and tingly i hated it.

"are you staying for dinner honey" monicas mother asked after entering the room. 

"uh" i look over to monica  she turns to me before whispering

"stay, its better then ready meals" she said knowing what most of the food in my house was like 

"yeah if its okay" i smiled. food here was always amazing. 

"your always welcome, dinner will be ready in half an hour" 

"how you feeling" monica asked me while the next episode of our show was loading. 

"neh" i said closing my eyes 

"so if i did this it wouldnt hurt" she said gently resting her hand on my stomach. my muscles tensed as any weight on it made it hurt. "if its bruised you can file a report or some shit"

"i guess" i mumbled trying to keep myself awake. after dinner i will just go home and rest anyway so i could hold out for another hour. 

eventually however we were called to dinner. and i had to get up. at first i attempted to do it myself however i could barely more without my body aching. 

"you cant get up without dying, i'll go grab out dinner" 

"monica im fine" i tried to prove this by sitting up again. 

that was the most painful thing i have ever done. willingly. 

"great now you can eat sitting, im not letting you get out of bed" she warned making her way to the door beginning to leave the room. i tried to protest but she walked off purposely ignoring my pleas. 

minutes later she walks back in with two plates of pasta. she closes the door skilfully with her foot coming to sit beside me.  

"here you are crippled" she gives me the plate resuming the show we had started watching. 

the food was amazing as always but an hour later i really needed to start walking home. 

"i have to get going" i announce choosing to try to get up all in one movement. i stand up. what a shocker. however monica was quick to jump up to catch me when i started stumbling and falling. 

"what, no you can barely stand" she protested. "your probably bruised and shit. 

"im fine" 

the next part took alot of convincing but eventually she let me go home. however ashton had to drive us as she would not let me walk all that way. her words not mine. 

"don't die on me tonight y/n" she said out the window

"ill try" 

i walked closer to the door and despite it being late the lights were still shining through the windows and you could faintly hear the tv playing a random tv show on with false laughter. 

i turned and waved to monica acting like i was opening the door. she waves and her and ashton leave. instead of going inside however with much struggle i decided to sit outside for a while. i looked up and down my street watching as some houses had lights on others didn't. 

the night was quiet apart from the occasional car driving somewhere nearby. i thought i was alone until i herd footsteps. i panicked looking up only to calm down when i saw who it was. 

"we keep running into eachother like this miss olsen or um lizzie? i dont know" we laugh at formalities and she questions why i was sitting here so late. 

"are you locked out or something" she questioned. i shook my head. 

"i had an eventful afternoon. i just got back. i just enjoy the peace i mean look around." i shrugged. she looked around as if finally taking in how beautiful this place was right now. 

"wow, yeah i totally understand that now" she focuses her attention back at me. "well im going to turn in, goodnight y/n" she smiles but before i could answer my front door swings open.

"you came home?" i hear my dad question, i turn around to see him raise an eyebrow almost confused before he shrugs shifting his demeanour. "its late, and we haven't had dinner get inside" he slightly raised his voice wrapping his hand around the top of my arm pulling me up. 

"y-yeah, goodnight lizzie" i smiled and waved. she had an odd expression and i realised what this looked like. 

lizzies pov

i thought that was weird how who i assume to be her dad acted but it was late so i brushed it aside. "so your the new neighbour" the man sneers i nodded. "right" he stares at me before closing the door rather abruptly.

well that was rude. i walked away back to my house still thinking about that encounter. 

y/n pov

i made the 3 of them all toasties  noticing the scattered amounts of alcohol around the place, before retreating back to my room. standing infront of the mirror i see that parts of my body were bruising and still red. that explains why it always hurts to move.

i put on some music sitting at my desk as i try to finish some pieces and start sketching up a few other things. 

"whats this" my father asks barging into my room holding up my note for the art competition. 

"just a competition, its nothing really" i try hoping he wont rip it up. hes done that a couple times, and who knows what he does when hes drunk. 

he kept questioning me about it however he grabbed the pen from my desk signing the note with a smile. "well done y/n" he ruffles my hair leaving slamming the door.    huh.