chapter 4 : under my roof

Myer's POV

As I sat in my wheelchair, the house felt bigger and emptier. I stared at the stairs, now a huge obstacle. I was grateful for the elevator, a thoughtful decision I made in the past, probably in the future I saw what would unfold.

I looked up at the ceiling, feeling tiny and helpless. Tears streamed down my face, and my head spun. My stomach growled, but I had no one to call. Sarah, the woman who came home with me, was nowhere to be found. She had hurt me, but she was all I had left.

I rolled my chair into the kitchen, realizing I couldn't reach the cabinets. It felt like my own home was against me. I wiped away my tears and turned to leave, only to see Sarah leaning against the door frame.

“Don't look at me like that,” she said, her eyes cold. “You should be grateful I'm still here. Karma's a bitch, right? All this tragedy is payback for your past mistakes.”

I felt angry and hurt. “I've always been good to you, to everyone,” I said. “I loved you truly, and this is how you treat me? I made you happy, and this is how you repay me?”

Sarah shrugged, unmoved. "You can talk all you want, but nothing will change.”

As I rolled into my room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. My life had been turned upside down, and I couldn't see a way out of the darkness. I made my way to the bathroom, struggling to transfer myself from the wheelchair to the shower chair. The pain and discomfort were becoming all too familiar.

After showering, I made my way back to the bedroom, exhausted. I lay down on the bed, feeling defeated. Sarah's words kept echoing in my mind, “Karma's a bitch, right? All this tragedy is payback for your past mistakes.”

I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being punished for something. But what had I done to deserve this? I thought about my past, my successes, and my failures. Was it my ambition, my drive, or my mistakes that had led me to this point?

As I lay there, I heard the sound of the elevator. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered who it could be. I waited anxiously, hoping for a distraction from my thoughts.

The door opened, and Sarah walked in, a smirk on her face. “You're still feeling sorry for yourself, I see,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You need to get over it, Myers. You're not the first person to be disabled and you won't be the last.”

she said and burst into laughter

I felt a surge of anger, but I bit my tongue. I knew that reacting would only make things worse. Instead, I turned my head away, trying to shut her out.

But she wouldn't leave me alone. She walked over to the bed and stood beside me, her eyes glinting with malice. “You know, Myers, you're not as special as you think you are. You're just a man who made a mistake, and now you're paying the price.”

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I kept my eyes closed, praying for her to leave me alone.

Finally, she did, but not before delivering a parting blow. “You're useless, Myers. You can't even take care of yourself. You're a burden, and soon, you'll be nothing but a memory.”

As the door closed behind her, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. Was she right? Was I useless? I didn't know anymore.

I lay in bed, feeling trapped and helpless. My phone was unreachable, and I couldn't even roll over without struggling. I need help with everything now.

Sarah walked in, a smirk on her face. “Time for your meds, Myers.” She tossed the pills at me, and I tried to catch them, but they bounced off my chest.

“Please, Sarah, just help me,” I begged.

She sighed and handed me the glass of water. As I took the pills, I saw Robin, my best friend, standing in the doorway. My heart sank, this was someone I trusted with all my heart, he knew everything about me, yet he could do this to me.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to hide my anger.

Sarah smiled sweetly. “I invited him over. since you can't perform your duties I got help.

I felt a wave of despair wash over me. They were doing this in my own home, in front of me.

As the day went on, I needed to use the bathroom. As I tried transferring myself to the chair, I lost my balance and fell to the floor.

I lay there, crying and groaning in pain.

“Myers, you're so clumsy,” Sarah said from behind me, shaking her head.

I felt like I'd hit rock bottom, everything dawned on me, My best friend was betraying me, and my wife was enjoying my suffering. " why are you tormenting me, you've been coming to make fun of me the whole of today, when exactly would it end, just help me up and leave me to be alone

As they finally helped me back into bed, I realized I needed to find a way out of this darkness. But for now, I was trapped, helpless, and at their mercy.

I tried calling the numbers of people I've helped but none of them wanted to be involved with me because of the Mikaelsons. I reached out to my fellow doctors explaining that I had no hand in all these and that all I needed to find was Ronald.

 He was the only one who knew what exactly happened, but everyone pointed fingers at me saying Ronald had been nothing but the second-best doctor and I only wanted to bring him down with me.

 What will I do to convince all these people otherwise? In anger, I threw my phone to the ground and it shattered. I'd better just erase them all from my memory and work on my life myself.