"Whatever, sis, let's eat."
"Smokes are my way of coping." That sentence usually worked when it came to getting what she wanted. "They help me forget about the pain in my stump. They relax me. It's not like I'm a chain smoker, anyway..." She grunted as she hobbled up, bouncing as she tried to remain balanced on her one leg while she got situated on her crutches. She really wanted to be on the wheelchair instead, but that meant asking her sisters to push her around. She hated to impose like that, even if her sisters didn't mind. It made her look weak. Frail and small... She hated that almost as much as she did being a bother to her sisters. She didn't like being the damsel in need. It was for that reason that she ignored Lynn's request to carry her. She was certainly small and light enough, but her burdens weighed more than she did in her own heart.
She hobbled her way out, swinging on her crutches playfully before she approached the stairs. She took them one at a time, slowly, like a child. Then she continued the crutch swinging until she got in the car. She climbed into the backseat and laid her crutches across her lap as she waited for her sisters. She wanted a smoke pretty bad, but knew her sisters also did not enjoy it much. So she made it a point to wait until they went away or were asleep. With their new home and her having her own room, maybe it'd be easier to smoke more frequently. All she knew was that she was dying for one right now.
When her sisters would appear in the car and seat down, she would put one hand on each of their headboards of the seat and lean forward so that her head was up in the front with them. "You think I could get something with bacon for lunch?" For the first time in a while, her blue eyes seemed to light up. "Last time I had it, it was cold and out of the trash. Pretty sure it wasn't good... I wanna try it fresh, you know? And I wanna get some candy too. Maybe something sour this time. I've been wanting to try those!" She was excited. This was the start of her and her sisters getting to live normal lives. To do normal things. To eat proper food and have a chance at being happy... even how disabled she was. She wasn't even sure what kind of jobs she could get with her disabilities. But she'd take what she could get to help her sisters and not feel like such a nuisance. That was the main goal here. Living honestly and independently... without having to kill anymore.
She hobbled her way out, swinging on her crutches playfully before she approached the stairs. She took them one at a time, slowly, like a child. Then she continued the crutch swinging until she got in the car. She climbed into the backseat and laid her crutches across her lap as she waited for her sisters. She wanted a smoke pretty bad, but knew her sisters also did not enjoy it much. So she made it a point to wait until they went away or were asleep. With their new home and her having her own room, maybe it'd be easier to smoke more frequently. All she knew was that she was dying for one right now.
When her sisters would appear in the car and seat down, she would put one hand on each of their headboards of the seat and lean forward so that her head was up in the front with them. "You think I could get something with bacon for lunch?" For the first time in a while, her blue eyes seemed to light up. "Last time I had it, it was cold and out of the trash. Pretty sure it wasn't good... I wanna try it fresh, you know? And I wanna get some candy too. Maybe something sour this time. I've been wanting to try those!" She was excited. This was the start of her and her sisters getting to live normal lives. To do normal things. To eat proper food and have a chance at being happy... even how disabled she was. She wasn't even sure what kind of jobs she could get with her disabilities. But she'd take what she could get to help her sisters and not feel like such a nuisance. That was the main goal here. Living honestly and independently... without having to kill anymore.