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𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐬𝐢𝐱

𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝗡𝗮𝗵𝘇𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝘆
𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻,𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

Nothing feels right. Sitting in this chair doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be sitting in a wheelchair, I would be outside right now playing basketball. But I can't do that. I can't do anything, I'm basically useless. I can't do anything but sit in this uncomfortable chair and wheel myself around the place and I really don't want to do that anymore.

A loud huff exited my mouth and I slouched in the wheelchair then picked up my phone to see if anything was going on. Nothing much. Just the same people who constantly argued with eachother, a couple of unread messages and missed calls. I powered my phone off and turned on my PS4. I put the game disk into the console and started playing. A couple of notifications from Elijah popped up on my screen. I silenced the notifications and continued playing the game. I got bored really quickly and turned my PS4 off.

There really is nothing to do when you're wheelchair bound. It's so hard to sit here and watch other people walk freely whilst I'm here in a wheelchair unable to move. I kind of envied them at times. But I've learned to accept that this is how I'm going to be for the rest of my life.

"Can I stay in here? I don't want to stay in the front room with the others." My younger sister, Jenafat entered my room

"Who's there?" I asked curious

"Kamora, Brianna, Kane, Micah and Joel." She said naming some of our cousins

"Why not?" She frowned

"Because they're all looking at me weird and it's making me uncomfortable." Jenafat said and brought me to where they were

As soon as I entered the room they all stopped talking and looked at me sympathetically. I looked up at Jenafat and she whispered in my ear.

"Like that. They were looking at me with puppy eyes." Jenafat whispered

I found it annoying when people looked at me with puppy eyes so I always brushed them away. But it's become a regular thing so I've gotten used to it. Whenever people come over and say things like "I'm so sorry for what happened to you" or "I feel sorry for you", it sort of bugs me. You're sorry for what? My disability isn't your fault. And the last thing that I want is someone's pity. I just shrug it off and go about my day but mum thinks that I'm being rude whenever I do that. She's always saying something like "you should be thankful that you're alive" or "they're just expressing their sympathy you should be happy".

I don't want anyone's sympathy.

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~itssteebabyy🇬🇧