Girl on wheels

Sixteen

Thanks to my head I ended up going mute from the anxiety and I was trying to calm myself down. This isn't working. You can't shut your head up, I'm always gonna be here to remind you to worry about things. You can't stop me. I tried to carry on wheeling with everyone else but once we had got inside of primark it was too much. I grabbed a random shirt of the shelf and went as fast as I could to the changing room. I wheeled up to the disabled stall when I saw the sign 'out of order'. For fuck sake. I somehow manage to wheel myself into a changing room for the people who don't have a wheelchair and let's just say it was a smidge cramped. I had about a centre metre each side of me spare. It added to my overall state and I just started bawling. The door was locked shut so no one was getting in. I don't even know why I'm crying. Why is my anxiety playing up. It's not even my dog. And I will get my fucking dog if it's the last thing I do. I could care less what people think. Or could I?

I eventually calmed down and texted James to tell him where I was. My face was pink and blotchy and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I met James outside the changing rooms and asked him if he could take me home. He said it was fine and we said goodbye to Chloe and Lea,who had baskets filled with clothes and they had promised me a shopping haul the next day.

I managed to keep myself awake until we got home and I got into bed and drifted off to sleep meanwhile James had gone back home. He said something about studying? I don't really remember I was too tired to take any information in.

I woke up cuddled up next to someone. "Hey pretty girl." James says smiling when he notices I've woken up. I really should take that key away from him. "Whatever." I say blushing and pushing myself closer to him. He played with my hair for a while and I decided I should get up and eat. I went into the kitchen with James following slowly behind me. He really didn't want to get out bed that's for sure. there wasn't really any food to eat at all so I decided the next best thing to do was make our own food. "Lets bake something." I say grabbing ingredients for brownies out of the cupboards. "Sure." James replies helping me get everything out that I needed with the most amazing guidance from me. I totally didn't make him go into random cupboards or anything.

I had mixed all the ingredients together and the last step was putting it into the tray. I greased the tray and began pouring the mix into it. My hand slipped, meaning the bowl did too. Which also meant brownie mixture ended up everywhere somehow. I put the bowl down and cleaned the mess up with James help, note to self: don't spill brownie batter everywhere. I had gotten some chocolate from the fridge to put on top when I heard James say "don't use that one you're allergic to it." Quickly and then he proceeded to snatch it from me. How did he know that? I never told him that's for sure. I dismissed it, putting the mix into the tray and put it into the oven, putting the timer on for half an hour. I then wheeled into the living room and transferred onto the sofa. I got Netflix up and let James pick a movie. Before I could even watch the opening scene my eyelids closed and I was sleeping yet again.