Sunken (a magcon fanfiction)

Chapter 8 (i think)

I didn't sleep well at all last night. Fans were banging on the door every 10 minutes and my leg was hurting. In fact I didn't even sleep.
*the last night*
"Ugh why won't they go away. I just want to sleep" I whined putting some ice on my knee.
"Mm" Hayes said in reply. There would be a minute of silence and you would think. Ahh yes sleep at last. But then there would be that knock or bang or scream. I groaned and picked up my phone. I opened twitter and composed a new tweet.
@saylorfitch:
Please if you guys are banging on the door outside of Hayes and I's room please go away. We have a plane to catch in the morning and we're really tired
I posted it and closed my eyes. I feel asleep then there was that knock. I ended up with no sleep at all. We tried calling security. 4 times. They would go away then come back. I tweeted and vined and did anything I could to get them to go away. Nothing worked.
*morning again*
I groaned and opened my eyes. Hayes was still asleep across the room. I picked up my phone.
"AH SHIT HAYES GET UP ITS 9:50" I yelled getting out of bed and grabbing my various meds. I swallowed all of them including my antidepressants and gulped down some water.
"Why didn't you get me up!" He said jumping out of bed and shoving the last minute stuff in his suitcase.
"I woke up 30 seconds ago. Help I'm crippled" I said feeling rushed. All my meds were giving me a tummy ache and I was starting to get light headed from all the physical activity so early in the morning. Hey! Don't look at me like that. Sleepless nights do not fly in saylorland. Hayes unplugged my laptop and shoved it in my backpack. I collapsed in my wheelchair and put my crutched on my lap. Hayes tossed me my phone and my backpack. I slid it on my back so I was a good couple of inches away from the back of the chair.
"I don't know how I'm gonna get all this stuff down" Hayes said trying to grab both of our suitcases and push me out of the room. I scanned the room making sure there wasn't any stuff left. All clear.
"Uh ask taylor if they're still up here"
"Rooms empty"
"Well we have to be down there in literally 1 minute" I said.
"Ugh ok I'll handle it"
"Here give me both of them" I said. He gave me a look and then stacked the suit cases on my lap. God what did he have in there. A dead body? The pressure of my lap was unbearable on my lap and knee.
"Ok let's go fast" he said pushing me out of the door. I could tell everything was heavy because he was pretty slow. We loaded into the elevator and went down. At least all the fans were gone. Everyone was waiting in the lobby nervously. All the boys rushed towards me and grabbed things off my lap. I sighed breathing heavily in relief. Ahhh.
"Where were you guys?" Bart said as we all rushed outside into the limo. In less than a minute it was in the limo... I'm not sure how. It was all kinda a blur because everyone was moving so fast. I was so tired that I fell asleep all the way to the airport.
"Saylor you have to stand up to go through security" cam said shaking me slightly. I opened my eyes. I was sitting in my wheelchair surrounded by people. I guess we were at the airport already? I nodded sleepily and Cameron helped me up. They rolled my wheelchair through on the right of the metal detector. My converse were off and I hopped through security. It didn't beep thank god.
"Here ya go sweetie" the woman said rolling my wheelchair over to me.
"Thank you" I said innocently and sat down resting my leg back on the whatever ya call it. Cameron walked through security with out a problem. He got all his stuff and then helped me pull on my converse again.
"Thanks cam" I said as he tucked my pillow pet behind my back and put a blanket over me. He nodded as Nash came over.
"Ok say. You all comfy?" He said tucking me in with a stuffed animal in my arms. I nodded sleepily. Taylor had my crutches and my backpack was now on my lap. I turned my head over towards Hayes. He was walking through security like a zombie. I swallowed and cuddled my head into my pillow.
"Why are you too so tired" Bart said hitting Hayes' back.
"I don't know maybe you should ask the fans that were banging on the door every 10 minutes" Hayes said grumpily. I nodded and closed my eyes. All the conversations slowly blurred into one. I woke up an hour later because my phone was vibrating in my hand. I yawned and looked down at it.
Ryan:
Hey guess who's going to DC!
Me:
Me in like an hour
Ryan:
Wrong. Surprise school trip ya know how they do and we'll be in D.C till next Wednesday
Me:
Wait really
Ryan:
Why would I lie
Me:
Because mom is sending you to spy on me. Don't lie I'm on to you 😑
Ryan:
Not true. Why would I be at the Denver airport with a bunch of my friends
Me:
SHES SENDING YOU ALL TO SPY ON ME THE CREPPY WOMAN
Ryan:
Eh no. But she did tell me to check up on you because apparently we're staying at the same hotel
Me:
What hotel 😏
Ryan:
Hilton garden 😈
Me:
STALKER!!!!
Ryan:
Where're you right now
Me: Chicago. I'm in my wheelchair texting you and everyone else seems to have vanished.... I was sleeping and they left me in the airport alone...
Ryan:
😳 were you raped?
Me:
Ew no
Ryan:
Hey just making sure. Gtg flights boarding
I rolled my eyes and turned off my phone looking down at my converse.
"Hey look who woke up" cam said beside Nash. My head shot up in fear. Who new what people do to little girls in cities like this. (A/n NO OFFENSE TO CHICAGO THAT CITY IS THE SHIT) Nash handed me a bagel from Starbucks and a cake pop. Great breakfast or lunch or whatever time it was. I thanked him and put it down in my lap. Hey wasn't my wheelchair supposed to be changed out for one of those crappy airport ones that were always in the terminal? Then it hit me. This was one of those. Ew some old lady could've sharted in this thing. I shifted my back and put the blanket and my pillow pet on the chair next to me. I got up on my good leg and collapsed in the chair.
"What you don't want it?" Cam said looking at the now empty chair. I nodded my mouth full of bagel
"Well we already put your crutches on the plane. They don't allow you to take those things on ya know"
"Well then what do I do on the plane. Hop around?" I said swallowing. They shrugged.
"I've never been on a plane with a person in a wheelchair" cam said in realization. I smirked at him and ran my hand through my hair. It was knotty and tangled so I threw it up in a quick pony and then massaged my thigh. Not moving my knee made the rest of my leg sore believe it or not.
"Hey where's Hayes" I asked looking up. He must have been wiped out too. Nash nodded over a few seats were Hayes was stretched out. I gave them a look and then glanced around.
"Where's everyone else"
"getting lunch probably. We took turns staying here and watching you" cam said patting my good knee. Why were they being so overprotective. Was it some freak mission from my brother? I gave them a weird look then picked up my phone. I texted my mom that we were about to board and then slid it in my backpack.
"You should get back in your wheelchair say" Nash said patting it. I looked at it hesitantly and then hopped over to it. I sat down and Nash tucked me back in. He gave me my backpack and then stood back to appreciate his work. I gave him the one eyebrow look and took out my phone.
Me:
Listen Ryan I don't know what you did to Nash and Cam to make them all over protective but it's weird so tell them to stop
I looked up when they called our flight. Nash and Cam helped me get all my stuff together and we-well they ran me off towards our gate. All the other boys were boarding as we reached the line. I have the lady my ticket and she smiled down at me.
"Alright sweetie I'm sure your brothers here can help you" she said softly down at me like I was disabled. Then she looked up at the boys and said something about the flight attendants. I glared at her picture perfect teeth and face. Stereotypes. That was just another thing my sister and I had in common. We hated stereotypes. Whenever we would see a blonde on the street we would assume she was the smartest of the grade. Or if we saw a kid with glasses we'd think that the kid was just trying to make a fashion statement because there's nothing wrong with being blonde or wearing glasses. That's who you are and that's all that matters. I get it. The second you walk through the doors of middle school you're labeled. I'm skinny that doesn't mean I'm anorexic. I'm having a bad hair day that doesn't mean I don't shower. That girl wears a skirt that's a little to small because her family can't afford to buy her new clothes. It doesn't mean she's a slut. I'm shy that doesn't mean I'm hiding something. I sit alone one day. That doesn't mean I have no friends. I'm in a wheelchair. That doesn't mean I'm disabled. I wish people would stop labeling us for what we're not and see us for what's inside because if you can look past that label that you have put upon your self then you may just see an amazing person. That was what was so amazing about Skylar. She could make anyone's perspective on a person change in two seconds.
*FLASHBACK*
"Hey you wanna come over?" Sara Breidenstein said. She was the school mean girl but of course somehow I was friends with everyone including the mean kids and bullies. I didn't really like her. I didn't get why she had to be so mean about her. Why did she say mean things to kids. I glanced over at Sky down the hall talking to the school nerds laughing. She had a way with people. I watched her say goodbye and walk down the hall and out into the courtyard to moms car.
"Uh not today I have uhm soccer" I said making up a lie.
"Oh yeah. That's cool. Some other time" she said trying to put put on a fake smile.
"Ok uhm bye Sara I'll see you tomorrow" I said feeling horrible. She nodded and walked off towards the busses. I watched her hanging my head in guilt and walking off towards my moms car. I got into the back and closed the door.
"Hey Saylor" my mom said.
"Hi..." I said looking over at Toby's baby face. He stared at me with those huge hazel eyes.
"What's up" my mom said looking back at me seeing my expression.
"The school mean girl kinda asked me to go to her house and I don't want to" I said. It was harder to explain then I thought.
"Oh Sara? Yeah her parents are getting a divorce" Skylar said.
"How do you know" I said even though I already knew the answer. She's like a deranged stalker.
"I have my ways"
"Whatever" I said looking out the window.
"Ya know Saylor most bullies have been bullied themselves by classmates or even adults. Don't judge a book by it's cover" my mom said pulling out of the parking lot. I stared out the window. Maybe Sara wasn't that bad.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Nash brushed the tear from my cheek and bent down in front of me.
"Hey Saylor. Hey what's wrong"
"Nothing. I'm fine" I smiled looking down at my lap. Truth was that I liked to think about sky. It made me happy to remember her. She'll never be gone. Just like my dad. Just like Cory Monteith (a