Learning to Trust

*Sequel to Different From the Rest*
Kady is grown up now. She is now eighteen, a far cry from fourteen. There is no One Direction, if you asked your kids about them they'd be like "are you high again?" Kady's stutter is long gone, but the fears from it will never surrender. Being alone, forgotten, useless. Mainly she can't trust, anyone, not others around her, not herself. She makes a mistake that can't be fixed, and must go on with her life. Kady has to learn that you must leave the past behind you before you can move forward and not all mountains can be moved. It's a bowl of cherries, with a few-no many, nuts thrown in.

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"What do you want for your birthday dinner?" I ask Nadi Drew. "Hm, spaghetti!" she says and I start to boil the water for it. My legs feel weak and helpless underneath me, but I push through the pain. My head spins, but I focus on pouring the stiff noodles into the water and setting the timer for twenty minutes. By then, Nadi Drew's struggling to stay awake and her big eyes are becoming smaller and smaller. She sits on the couch and starts to suck her thumb. She's half asleep and I pick her up with the little strength I have. I rock her back and forth in my arms and she wiggles her toes. I hum a "random" tune that she's always loved, then I start to sing it. " Her chest moves up and down with every breath. I take her up to her room and lay her down on her twin sized bed. I kiss her forehead and head downstairs since the timer is beeping. Liam's sitting at the barstool as I scoop the spaghetti into bowls, "When is your next appointment with Dr. Mehra?" Dr. Mehra is the idiot that's told me I'm going to die so many times when I never did. He's been doing it for the last three fucking years, "Tomorrow, why?" Didn't he already know it was tomorrow? I practically stamped it to his forehead because he's the one that needs to drive me. "Just wondering," he says taking a bowl of spaghetti from my hands, "Should I go wake up Nadi Drew, Kads?" "No, let her sleep. Her meal will be in here when she's ready," I say pointing at the pot on the stove. I sit down on the stool next to him and I dig into my food. There's a moment of awkward silence between the two of us. A warm September breeze moves through the open windows. "Please, I want the truth, are you okay?" Liam asks. I inhale, "No, I think I'll drop dead any second and I really think my body has lost its fight." Okay, it's out done, I can't worry about it anymore. Why was I even so scared in the first place about telling Liam? Oh wait, I know, because I can't trust him. "Honestly, you should be telling me this more often," he says. "I cut people out, don't take it personally. And you won't have to care about me for much longer because I'm going to die. The one thing I want to do before I die is see El, Lou, Kenzie, Michael, Danny, Adrianna and their newborn, of whom I don't know the name, one more time." "Fine, if that's your wish, they'll be coming soon. I don't get why you can't trust me though." "Thank you and I don't really want to talk about it right now," I snap. That came out a lot ruder than I thought and I feel bad, but not that bad. But, I can see the sorrow in Liam's face, why does he do this to me? Why is his face so innocent and sweet? Whenever I see it, I feel like cracking, "I'm sorry, but I feel like these are my last few days on Earth and I don't want to waist them on going to a doctor." "Alright, we won't go and I'll try to make these last days the best ones of your life."

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