Trapped Inside Myself SEQUEL

Wrong number?

The scars were fading on my arms, I hadn't cut them since I left the hospital, and I promised Calvin I wouldn't any more.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes flickered to the different scars colouring my skin, like the burn under my right boob that had the Russian embassy branded on it, my back and shoulders had knife wounds, my calf a bullet wound, I smirked that was the start of this life of he clique, but now I didn't have any kind of life.

I turned away briefly from the girl staring back at me in the mirror, reaching behind me to grab a pair of scissors and bringing them to my honey blonde hair, that was now so long it touched the seat of my wheelchair with its dead ends that were much lighter hen my roots.

In one snip I cut a piece of my long locks and watched it fall to the ground, the price i cut was now still long enough it reached just under my breasts but a good 6 inches shorter, then I proceeded cutting the rest of my hair at the same length, and once satisfied with it, I took my shower.

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I sat full of anticipation and nerves, the phone rang twice before Malik's voice sounded.

"Hello?" He asked into the phone, not recognizing my new number.

"Hi itS Shane." I replied.

"EIGHT MONTHS!" He yelled at me.

"MALIK!" I hear Alex somewhere in the back ground.

"It was actually 6 months and 3 weeks." I replied quietly.

"I don't-" Malik's outburst was cut short as Alex's voice came on the line this time.

"Shane, I am so sorry... Coal told me about Brett, and I- I'm sorry I couldn't be there to take care of you." Alex spoke sincerely to me.

"Thanks Alex, how have you been?" I asked him, as I heard Malik asking questions.

"Were good, I haven't told Malik yet, do you want to tell him?" He asked, he wasn't really giving me a choice.

So I told Malik what went down and why I lost touch with them for the last 6 months.

We talked for an hour before I had to hang up, and go to school, it had been three days since my first appearance, and I found myself growing anxious whenever I was in the halls, or lunch cafeteria, my body would start to panic whenever I was in close proximity to others.

I exited the washroom fully dressed and ready to go back to school, I really didn't like school, I hated the people, except Benny was catching my interest recently, Pablo was nice enough too, and I had Calvin and Patty.

"Are you ready to go to school?" Calvin asked coming out from his room holding an apple in his hand with a few bites out of it.

"Yeah." I replied checking for text messages on my iPhone.

"You cut your hair?" Calvin asked me.

"Yup, it was getting caught on my wheelchair." I told him semi distracted as I texted Alex good morning.

"You need to get social media." Calvin said as he pushed me toward the door.

"Why, it's a waste of time." I replied making a face, I already had stupid reporters after me plus I liked to keep to myself, not blog my life and friends.