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you had survived the fire, you had those burn marks on your neck and arms even though your back was healed perfectly— you’re paralyzed from middle of your back down, which means you can’t walk, bathe or even dress yourself, and now you have to be in a fuckin wheelchair for the rest of your life, sometimes you had thoughts that it would have been better if you died.. but you didn’t share your thoughts with the gang, they’d be devastated if they knew that you thought like that. The last thing you wanted to do was to be even more of a burden to them, since the gang have took you in since your parents didn’t even try and take care of you after you were discharged from the hospital
currently, it was nearly night and you were in the kitchen at the table, running your fingers along the rim of one of the wheels on his wheelchair, you would usually dig your fingers into your legs whenever you got mad. You never felt it anyways.. your mind started to wander, remembering what the doctor said and you dug your nails into your thighs, before you had remembered the other’s reactions when they saw the marks from your nails lefts and sighed, Soda was currently in the shower while the others were asleep or either out of the house doing something