Wheels and Jesus

Chapter 5

"No," Hannah laughs until she sees the extreme level of seriousness in my face.

"Why not though," I roll my eyes and wheel myself out of the room. I hear her little dancer footsteps behind me and I want to stick my head on the floor.

"Debbie, come on. You will not stay young forever," I stick my tongue out.
"Don't be so childish," I shrug and close my door as soon as I enter my room. 15 seconds later.

"You need to stop closing the door in my face, it's worse than slamming it. I take a book out of my closet and start examining it.

"Oh my, Deborah stop ignoring me please," The book is called the picture of Dorian Gray, a friend got me this after the accident. I saw the movie with her and we both loved it. We usually read the book first.

"You are mind talking to yourself again. Well, I guess that it is time for a monologue." Cringe cringe cringe. I take the book and wheel myself out of my room.

"I don't get that you don't see how beautiful, kind and wonderful you are." Open refrigerator, Debbie do not cringe it will be worse.

"You are worth more, you do not need to live with depression. There is a world out there, a world that loves you and need you," I try to grab the bread, but I miserably fail. I try again before Hannah can help me and succeed.

"You're strong Deborah, strong and beautiful. You're the most amazing person alive. Why can't you see that." I hum a song whilst pouring some juice in my cup.

"You're so inspiring," Ugh. Now she has my full attention, but it will certainly not be in her favour.

"What do you mean with, I am inspiring, Do you want to sit in a wheelchair as well?, do, you want you to be anti-social like me?" Hannah shakes her head.

"You are disabled, but you keep on proving everybody that you are able to do what you want, I like to act as if I can't do certain things only so people will notice me. You're not like that, you are strong and independent. Therefore, I see you as an inspiration even if you just do the things we all do." I for the first time in my life have nothing to say. My eyes became teary, because she is the first person who finally understand what I am trying to do.

"Thank you Hannah" She makes her way to me and wraps her arms around me. I love Hannah so much even if she can be so annoying at times.

"You want to get some food"

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"Pizza is not good for me, I am a dad-," she immediately swallows her words. I used to be a dancer, well before the operation I was.

"Sorry, Deb," I shake my head in a soothing manner, because it is not her fault that I am in a wheelchair.

"You can still do it though," Ugh, this conversation, why did she need to bring it up today.

"No, I will not dance in a wheelchair, it doesn't look appealing to me, Hannah," She pouts her lip, an odd thing she still does whenever she doesn't get her way after months of whining. She has brought this up, maybe four months after my accident. She saw a video on the internet of a girl dancing in a wheelchair.

"Why not," I give her a straight glare, I have no energy to respond to her right now or to argue with her. She feels that and gives in. I love it when she easily gives in.

"So you are starting work again tomorrow?" I nod, before the accident my uncle offered me a job at his company I did it quite well ,but after the accident I stopped working.

My Uncle has his own clothing Line and I did several small things for him: used to cut the fabrics, added zippers and buttons.

I also ironed occasionally, I even started making skirts, tops and dresses the only problem now is. I always worked standing, but now I obviously can't so I actually gave up on the job. Until my mom called my uncle a few weeks ago.

"I am looking forward to it!" Hannahs smile right now is so bright that it can light up this usually dark world.

"What time do you need to be there tomorrow," At times I tend to suffer from forgetfulness and right now was really one of those times. Did I write it down in my diary, I must have done that. You really need to stop talking to yourself.

"Ugh, I start 8 in the morning, can you bring me?
My mom will stay to make pictures of me working.
You will probably do the same, but you won't make it to the end of my shift," She bursts out of laughter, I roll my eyes. I know what she is thinking.

"YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR MOM AND ME, IF YOU THINK THAT I WON'T STAY TO THE END AND THAT YOUR MOM WON'T BE THERE."

It was sad but true.