A Summer's Happening

Chapter 7

I woke up to something wet touching my face... Not only touching it, but getting my entire face wet.

'Olaf.'

I started giggling, "Stop...." But he continued his assault and wagged his tail quickly. I finally tried pushing him away, but he came right back. I started laughing and went to roll away, but the next thing I knew, I was on the floor.

I sat up and frowned as my parents ran in, "Elsa!? Are you okay?" My mom asked as she ran around the bed. Luckily I fell on the opposite side of my chair and missed the small dresser, barely, so I wasn't hurt. I nodded and sighed. Olaf whined and was deciding whether or not to jump off the bed.

I reached over and grabbed the small dresser and tried to pull myself up. "Let me help-" My mom offered, "No!" It came out stronger than I had intended, "I-I can do it..." Or so I thought. I tried to pull myself up, but failed. My dad came over and picked me up, putting me back on the bed. Olaf whined and started sniffing around to see if I was okay. I pet him, looking down. "Elsa, it's okay if you need our help..." I frowned and looked away from her.

I heard my dad whisper something to her, then they both leave. I never meant to be this much of a burden, but now I couldn't help think that's all I was now. I leaned over and grabbed my laptop and started browsing the web.

A few hours passed and my mom came in, "Hey, your prosthetic came in. We're taking you to the therapist to see if it fits right." I nod and put the laptop away, "Can Olaf come?" I asked as the little ball of fur licked my cheek. She nods, smiling.

On the way there, Olaf kept licking my cheek and jumping all over me: but I didn't give much attention. I simply looked out the window for the majority of the ride. I sighed as we pulled into the parking lot. I waited for dad to help me out... Again. 'God, I'm fucking useless.'

After the visit was over, my mom suggested going out to eat. "Maybe we could go to someplace nice? What do you think, Elsa?" She turns to look at me.

"No." I frowned, "I-I... Can we just pick something up?" She nods softly, "Let me guess: Taco Bell?" I nod, looking out of the window. My hand was busy petting Olaf. He was slowly fading into sleep and gosh... He's so cute.

We got the food and was pulling into the driveway. We hit a little pot hole that's in our drive and Olaf instantly woke up. His ears perked up as he got up to lick my face even more. As much as I find the licking annoying, I'm getting used to it.

My dad helped me into the chair again and I sat my food on my lap and headed straight for my room, Olaf not far behind. I sat the paper bag on my bed and rolled across the room to my laptop. I started it up and went to YouTube to play a playlist of songs, then I ate.

After an hour or so, I was getting tired and turned the music off and was about to yell for dad. Then I glanced at my bed and tilted my head. I pulled my chair next to my bed and pulled the foot rest to the side. I took a deep breath after putting the brakes on and put my hand on the mattress, putting all my pressure on my right leg. I was still wobbly, but I was standing; I was actually standing. A small grin started to appear as I thought I could actually do something... But then Olaf barked and took me by surprise, making me jump and lose my balance; again, falling to the floor. Both parents came in with the reaction as before and my dad came over to pick me up, "No! Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled. I actually yelled at my dad, something I haven't done in years. He didn't say anything, even though my voice was loud and I cursed at him, he just.... He just stood up.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks, "I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry I raced.... I'm sorry I'm a burden. I'm sorry I'm even alive!" I broke into a sob. My mom quickly sat by me and pulled me into a hug, "Sweetie, don't ever be sorry that you're alive... We love you and we're here for you no matter what. A-And now you got that prosthetic, you'll be able to walk again." She smiled, her eyes searching me.

"I-I feel so useless... Helpless and I hate it." I cry harder. Little Olaf whined and whimpered from a distance. I guess I cried to much, because that was the last thing I remember before falling asleep in my mom's arms.
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Hey! Look a way over due update. Thanks for sticking with me guys, I've had so much stuff happen that's been distracting me from writing. I'm going to TRY to write more. Comment what story you want to see updated next.

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