Better Safe Than Sorry

Chapter Eight: A Discovery of Power

So sorry I haven't been able to update sooner! I've been super busy lately. I'm not sure how long this chapter will be yet, so if it's short, I'll probably update again ASAP. And please don't blame me if this sucks. I spent from 1 AM to maybe 4 or 5 AM writing this.... Accidental all nighter aha. Whoops.

Also, thank you for getting me to 300+ reads!! I really, REALLY appreciate it :) I didn't realize that many people were interested in my writing, so thank you. :)

Anyway, enjoy :) xx

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I slowly opened my eyes and let them adjust to the soft light that was streaming through cracks in the curtain that was covering the window on the other side of my room.

I blinked a few times and stretched my arms out a little. Yawning, I looked over at the alarm clock that was sitting to my right on my bedside table. It read 8:27 AM as I used my arms to prop my pillows up behind me a little awkwardly. I then pulled myself up and wrapped my covers around myself more tightly.

For a few minutes, I just sat there, thinking again about Liam. I wondered what I was to him. Like, if I was just the sibling of a friend, or even a problem that he needed to get rid of. I really hoped I wasn't just a nuisance.

Stretching one more time, I gripped two of the bars placed around my bed that were hooked up to the wall and scooted over to where my wheelchair was waiting at the side of my bed.

I gripped my numb, useless legs and lifted them so they were dangling off the side of my bed. I then scooted over more and plopped into my chair.

As I took a few deep breaths, I wheeled myself over to my closet doors, pulled one open, then reached inside to pull out a pair of grey Roxy sweatpants and just a simple light red t-shirt. I looked around and picked up whatever else I'd need, and I pushed myself slowly to the bathroom.

I pulled back the shower curtain and leaned over, turning the handle to the warm water in the bathtub. Once it was a temperature I liked, I pushed down the plug that stopped the water from running down the drain.

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I finally finished with my fairly quick bath and was dressed and in my wheelchair again. I picked up the hairbrush sitting on the counter, and drug it through my medium length brown hair, pulling out as many knots as I could get.

Once I finished, I rolled up to the counter and looked into the mirror for the first time since the accident. I had to crane my neck to see my whole face, but I was shocked at the sight.

There were still some stitches along my left cheek, from what I guessed was the glass from my window on the side of the car that Liam crashed into me. There were also many more cuts scattered around my face, which would obviously leave scars.

Perfect, I thought sarcastically, Now everytime I see myself I'll get those wonderful memories back.

I signed, rolled out of the bathroom, and into my kitchen. I opened a low cupboard and quietly pulled out a plastic bowl- normally I would use a cemeric one, but they were too high up in another cupboard. I then moved over to another cupboard and pulled out some Chex-Mix, since I wasn't really in the mood for anything else.

Next, I made my way to the fridge, pulled that open, and grabbed the half-gallon of milk sitting in the inside of the door.

Awkwardly, I poured the cereal into the bowl on my lap, since the counter was too high, then as quietly as possible, I poured a lot of milk in with the Chex-Mix. Putting the milk back and grabbing a spoon (FORGIVE ME FOR SPOON USAGE LOVELIES... This fanfic is PG-13. I warned you for any traumatizing events in the next paragraph or 2 ;) ), and digging it into the bowl.