Psycho

Epilogue.

// 2 YEARS LATER //

"Please Scar!" Daniel whined, moving his chair back and forth impatiently.

I sighed and turned around to him. "Daniel, you need to learn how to do stuff yourself, what if I died? Then who would you have to help you get on the toilet, to wash you, to put you to bed, help you change and all that normal daily stuff?"

He huffed and crossed his arms. "I'll just shit myself then."

I giggled before walking behind him and wheeling him into the bathroom. "You better hope that one day I don't accidentally let go of your chair and you roll down the stairs." I warned sarcastically, hearing a scoff from down below me along with a laugh.

"You're so disrespectful to the crippled." Daniel laughed as I wheeled him in front of the toilet.

I rolled my eyes and helped him get on the toilet seat, he took down his sweatpants and I walked out and waited for him to tell me when he was done.

I walked over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice, it came out a little lumpy. "Daniel?" I shouted to the bathroom. "whats today's date?"

"Umm.." he thought for a moment. "second of May, why?"

The orange juice had the thirtieth of April on it. "Ew," I mumbled before throwing the carton into the bin and emptying the glass. "Wait.. tomorrow is, the third of.. May?" I mumbled, that date suddenly ringing a bell.

Luke Brooks twenty-second birthday tomorrow.

"The orange juice was out of date. I need to go grocery shopping." I yelled back to Daniel.

A sigh left my lips as I walked back over to the bathroom, standing outside the door. "it's Luke's birthday tomorrow." I mumbled to him.

I heard him sigh frustratingly. "Scarlet, forget him already." he whined. "help me now, I've finished."

I laughed. "Did you wipe?" I questioned.

"Of course dumbass." he jokingly snapped.

Mentally rolling my eyes, I opened te door and seen Daniel on the toilet, his sweatpants and boxers pulled up. "Aw Daniel! You're getting somewhere!" I coed as I helped him get back onto his chair before wheeling him out the smelly bathroom.

"Are you going shopping?" he asks.

"Yeah, do you wanna come?"

"I can't, my dick is broke remember?" he smirks.

I groaned aloud. "Daniel.. you know what I mean."

"Fine, okay. I need air anyway."

-

"I need to get orange juice." I spoke to myself as I pushed Daniel's chair to the drink section, picking up a carton and putting it into the basket hooked on my arm. "Daniel can't you wheel yourself? I can't multitask."

"Women are meant to be good at that though." Daniel cocked an eyebrow.

"Do it, you sexist pig." I laughed.

He shot me a look before putting his hands on the wheels and pushing himself along side by me as we walked through the store.

We started to walk past the cards section. I couldn't help but stare down there. An idea came to mind, "This way, Dan."

I heard him question my nickname for him but I shrugged it off and went over to the boys birthday card. "You better not be buying Luke a card." Daniel warned me.

"It's a nice gesture." I shrugged.

"You never got him one last year though.." Daniel trailed.

I looked at him momentarily before replying. "I forgot." my eyes looking around at the range of cards there were. Varying from Thomas the Tank Engine to crude dirty joke cards.