Emily

Chapter 5

It was officially the weekend and I was honestly wasn't happy about it. I had promised Hannah after some major guilt tripping on her part that I would go shopping with her for a dress for her graduation. So now here I was, getting my crutches out of the car to go dress shopping for my sister.

My assumption had been right. After only a week of having to move around with them, my armpits and shoulders had begun to ache, and I had to wrap towels over the padding for extra support. It didn't affect me from going to the mall though, since I found out that no one at my school knew about my attempt. My parents had made sure that no news about me got out to the public. That meant that no one else outside of my hospital room knew. And I was super relieved.

I shut my car door and maneuver my way towards Hannah, who was waiting for me patiently on the other side of the car. Her hair was down today, perfectly curled and falling down her shoulders. Hannah has always been the most girly out of both of us. When we were younger, all she wanted to do was try and put makeup on me. Sometimes I would do it, other times I wouldn't. It just depended on my mood, and it still has not changed. On a good day, if I wanted, I would put on makeup and maybe dress in something other than a giant hoodie, but I haven't had a good day in a while.

"Aren't you excited?" my sister asks me, skipping in a slower pace so that I can keep up with her.

I shrug, "If you call sitting on a bench while my sister comes in and out of a dressing room and being dragged all around a huge mall on crutches exciting, then yeah," I say and Hannah rolls her eyes, scoffing at my answer.

To tell the truth, I was glad that Hannah had chosen me over mom to go dress shopping with, since our mother is a phenomenally successful fashion designer. Hannah said that it would be good for some "sister bonding time," as she had called it and I didn't mind since I wanted to get out of the house, even if it meant going to shopping with my sister who has a shopping problem.

"You know, we don't have to be shopping for me the whole time," Hannah says elbowing my arm as the automatic doors to the mall swing open.

I shake my head and gasp, "Oh, no. That's really not necessary-"

Hannah holds her hand up, telling me to stop talking, "Yes, it is. Look at you," she says gesturing towards my appearance.

I raise a brow, slightly offended, "What's wrong with me?"

We continue going farther into the mall, "Well, I was thinking. After all the events that have happened, I thought that it was about time that we changed you up a bit. It's not like we don't have enough money for you do so."

I stop in my place, "Are you saying that I should change?"

"No! You don't have to change, but don't you think that there should be a few less hoodies and T-shirts in your closet?"

I sigh, she was right. That's all I have been wearing but I'm not complaining. I would rather be comfortable than try to fit myself into jeans that were two sizes too small. I continue moving towards one of the stores that Hannah had on her list to look in and my sister follows behind me.

"Mags, all I'm asking is just a few outfits and then we can go from there," she tells me as we enter the store. It was filled with expensive clothing and other accessories that I was sure most people could not even think of buying because they were too pricey. But of course, Hannah didn't even blink at the prices when she started taking clothing off the racks. She holds out a short black mini skirt and presses it up against me.

"This is cute. You should try it on," she tells me while pulling the skirt back and putting it over her arm.

I groan, "I don't really think that's...appropriate."