Do not underestimate the power of will. If you think it, you can do it.
Knock! Knock!
Jamie placed the brush down on the table and turned the wheel chair around.
He rolled to the main door and checked the monitor. His two classmates stood behind the door with their back packs.
Jamie pushed a button and unlocked the door.
Daphne and Janine were shocked when they saw him.
"In. Come." Jamie moved his wheelchair back to let the two pass through.
After closing the door, he followed them to the living room.
"Siiiit. Waaant some driiiiinks?" Jamie offered.
Seeing as he was on the wheelchair, Daphne and Janine refused. They became even worried when they heard Jamie's slurred speech.
"No need. We came to drop of some notes and assignments." Janine opened her back pack and pulled out a photocopy of her notes.
"Thay- thank you." Jamie reached for the papers.
"How are you Jamie? You haven't been to school for two days now." Daphne was concerned. The boy was still sporting an injury on his forehead, although it started to heal.
Jamie sighed. He was debating whether he could tell them what happened. But being inside the apartment for two days with nothing to do but sit down and paint, Jamie felt the need for some company.
Jared had to go to the restaurant for work and Uncle Daniel was out of the country for business.
All he did for two days was paint and surf the internet. He had to use the wheelchair to move around. He did not want to but Jared urged him to do so. Jared was afraid that he might fall when he was not around. The older adult even suggested hiring a sitter to watch over him. That was when Jamie had to concede.
Anyways, he was still feeling week from the last incident. The wheelchair was just temporary. He will eventually get strong enough to walk and go back to university.
"I al-okay. Getting bet- betterrr." Jamie slurred and stumbled on his words.
Jamie sighed.
When he was weak, it was very difficult for him to speak the words that he had in his mind. The doctor said there was a problem with the transmission of neurological impulses from his brain to his muscles affecting his ability to make the proper movements. His speech became slow and slurred and sometimes he would stutter.
If Jamie was to describe it in terms of art, it was like drawing a straight line but something was deliberately causing him to go askew.
"Did something happen when you were outside?" Daphne recalled when Jamie's uncle came unexpectedly knocking on her door.
Jamie nodded.
"T- days ago al-almooost... ran into passing car."
Daphne could only guess what happened.
"I al- ooow-kaaay. Dun ow-worry." Jamie waved his hands.
"Noth- happ- en. Just um... men sur- surra- ounded... force Jamie... they say- say some like play an fuck."
Daphne was horified.
"But som- someone s-save. Kick 'em down. So all ssss fiiine." Jamie smiled when he recalled the hero who saved him.
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Walk-in: The Soul Contract (BL)
General FictionThey say that when a soul accomplishes what it needs to fulfill for a lifetime it could either be reincarnated or it could choose a permanent end. There is a third path however that is not known to the many people. That path is called walk-in where...
