Chapter Text
Prologue
I stretched my hand to reach for the book. It's 'Romeo and Juliet' by Shakespeare. I was supposed to finish my assignment today, but I had to spend my time in the therapy room for a week. The professor luckily gave me some time.
I cursed in my head still trying to reach, but it was too high. I gave all my weight to the book rack and slowly kept my feet on the floor, feeling light headed.
I slowly touched the golden cover. Yes! I am going to NO!!!!!!!, I lost my balance and fell.
God, I am going to kiss the floor without even having a relationship with it.... it'll hurt, it'll hurt a LOT!
But I didn't.
Hmm?
I opened my eyes and saw the floor just an inch away from my nose and a hand tightly holding my forehead. Hmm? I snapped from it and looked at another arm which had a strong grip around my chest.
Who the hell? I tried to wriggle away when whoever that person was, lifted me and made me sit on my wheelchair. Then I saw my rescuer. He had gentle eyes and a comforting smile. His scar next to his lips was more visible. He gave me a reassuring smile and nodded before reaching for the Shakespeare book.
Then he kept it on my lap and asked if I was okay.
(Deep breath)
(Clenching my hands to a fist)
Pity.
The word I hate the most. The emotion I hate the most.
He might be pitying me since I cannot walk. Since I am weak, weaker than him.
I backed away from my wheelchair and looked aside. Most of the students were looking at us, a movie scene. I sighed and took the book to my right hand. Lifting it and throwing it at my rescuer's face.
It hit his right temple and I smiled in my mind. He hissed and looked at me in confusion.
I kept both my hands on the wheels and went from there without listening to the whispers here and there.
I felt like a villain. That's right. I just hit my rescuer with a book. And it felt so great. It felt so right, but deep down I felt bad. He might need a plaster.