It was late in the morning. 11:00 or so.

You lay on your bed, sleeping peacefully. Your new room, the one May kindly swept up and cleaned for you, was sprinkled with light from your window. Your curtains sway slightly from the air conditioner blowing them, and the hum of your air conditioner box lulled you to a deeper sleep. Even if light was shining right in your eyes.

Shifting your hands under your silky white pillow, shifting your stomach into the mattress even further, you peek open an eye, wincing at the sudden bright light. The house was quiet, just like the one you used to live in. Groaning at how you didn't want to get up, you shove your face back into your pillow, huffing slightly. Before you could fall back asleep, your bedroom door slams open.

"Wake up slut!" Jay shouts, jumping onto the end of your bed.

"I hate you," you mumble, cracking open an eye and glaring as he howls with laugher.

"You have some weird skeleton waiting for you downstairs." Jay jumps off your bed, walking over to the side your sleeping on and crouching down to your eye level.

"He's not weird... now get out of my room!" You hiss, turning your head the other way.

When he leans onto the bed, you open both of your eyes and turn your head back to him.

"I will ram your skull into the floor repeatedly if you don't get out." You mutter darkly, scanning over his bruised and bitten face.

Yeah, you know when you bit him? He had to get stitches. Better yet, he'll have those scars for the rest of his life. Now every time you look at him, something inside you bursts into laughter. Probably your evil side. Sometimes you think about adding some more, which you plan to do if he ever touches you again.

"Fine, wench."

"Looks who's talking," you give a breathy laugh, sitting up on your elbows.

He's tried hitting you on multiple occasions but never got a good swing at you. You may be in a wheelchair, but that doesn't mean you can't break a few bones or defend yourself if needed. Maybe you want to hurt him to release pain? You didn't really know. All you know is that you're good at what you do. And that is being the sarcastic witch of the family. Only to Jay, though.

He lifts up a hand, acting like he was going to hit you. You blink, eyes swirling with a sense of challenge. If he was going to hit you for something so stupid, you were definitely cracking the back of his skull somehow. Ever since the accident, you're used to pain. So if he was to hit you, yeah it would hurt but you would make him hurt worse.

"What? Are you going to hit me? Do it. I dare you." Your smirk, waiting for him to back down like the wimp he is.

Honestly, you didn't know why May even liked this guy. He's a good guy when you get to know him? Sure.

You let out a pained gasp as the palm of his clammy hand collides with your cheek. You grab the side of your face, seething slightly at the stinging pain. He gives a hearty chuckle, leaving the room without another word being said. You shift your hands to the side of the bed, flipping yourself over and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You reach out and grab the arm of your wheelchair, dragging your body into it like normal.

"Someone is going to die tonight." You mumble under your breath.

Drama always seemed to find you. One way or another.

You roll yourself out of the room, hands shaking from the anger rolling through your fully awake body. What a lovely morning wake up call, right? May had given you the bedroom on the bottom floor so the stairs wouldn't be a hassle. Your bedroom led right into the living room where May, Jay, and Sans were at. May and Sans were talking, probably cracking puns since they both seemed to like that. Jay stood off to the side, texting on his phone with a smug grin.

Oh how you were going to love slapping that smile off his face.

Everyone goes quiet when they see you roll into the room, head held high and cheek blazing a bright red. A perfect hand mark showed on your skin, your lips curled into a smirk. You didn't even care that you looked like crap. All you wanted was to beat the living crap out of Jay.

"Morning everyone!" You cheer, waving over at May and Sans.

"What happened to your cheek, kiddo?" Sans points, eyes wide.

May gets up to rush over and check on you, but being concerned for nothing but a bit of revenge, you hold out a hand, telling her to stop. Jay doesn't look up from his phone, not concerned for nothing but probably his main hoe. It was obvious that May was 'side hoe' in a way. But she was too nice and naive to know that.

You roll up to Jay, reaching up and ripping his phone right from his fingers. His expression hardens, eyes gleaming with hate. Before he can yell at you for taking it away from him, you turning around and throw it at the wall. His phone whizzes through the air before crashing into the wall and shattering into little pieces.

"Why you little-" Jay starts.

Before he can finish his sentence, you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your height and smiling innocently. Sans and May keep quiet - half enjoying the show - half terrified for you and Jay.

"If you ever touch me again, I promise you, I will repeatedly slam your head into the floor until I see blood or hear a terrifying crack." You whisper even if the room was so quiet it seemed like a shout.

You slap the side of his face with all your power, wanting him to know what you had felt just a few minutes ago. You let go of his shirt and he goes tumbling back, holding his cheek. He looks at his hand, seeing blood coating his fingertips. You slapped him so hard that his stitches unraveled and started to bleed. You point at him, lips stretched into an angry smile, voice raising by the second.

"Just because I'm paralyzed from the waist down doesn't mean I can't defend myself, prick! You stay away from me and you stay away from my friends, understand?"

Jay goes to storm off but you grab his wrist, digging your nails into his flesh, his face showing a bit of pain.

"Understand?" You repeat, wanting to know that his words were getting through his thick skull.

He scoffs, tearing his wrist away from your grip, picking up the pieces left of his smashed phone, and stomping upstairs like a tiny child. You breathe out, reaching up and putting your fingertips to the heated and burning flesh on your cheek. May rushes over to you, followed by Sans who just smiled at your fiery attitude.

"Are you okay?!" May kneels down, grabbing the sides of your face and turning your head to inspection the slap mark.

"I'm fine. Burning with hatred for Jay, but otherwise I'm good." You say with a monotone expression, giving a shrug.

"Yeah, my friends will definitely like you." Sans chuckles, pulling his hoodie down over his skull.

You swat away May's hands, looking over to Sans with curious eyes and furrowed eyebrows. May rolls her eyes and smirks, shaking her head and leaving to get something to help the pain.

"What do you mean?" You ask, tilting your head.

"Well, before all that happened, I was going to get you to come over for the day. Though, it seems that you didn't need me." He gives a whole hearted laugh, your cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment.

"You go get dressed. I'll wait here until you're done. Take all the time you need," he flops down onto the couch. "I have all day."

You nod, rolling your wheelchair to your bedroom in excitement. Before you head in, you sigh and turn the top half of your body to Sans, looking guilty for letting him see that.

"I'm not a bad person."

He tips his head back and it makes contact with the cushion of the couch, his lazy smile turning into a soft and caring one. One that eased your nerves in the slightest bit. He folds his arms behind his head, winking at you.

"I know you're not."