Bailey's POV
I took a deep breath and I moved my fingers a little bit. My fingers. I can say that now, MY fingers. MY hair, MY smile, MY clothes, MY body!
... my scars.
... my bruises.
I looked down at my hands and saw everything that had happened again. But then I smiled and looked up to see the only person who cared about me.
"Dixey?" I questioned.
Her eyes began to tear up and she ran to me, arms open ready to embrace me.
I ran to her as well and we collided with each other halfway. With Dixey being a bit shorter she buried her head in my shoulder. We were both shaking and not saying a word, just enjoying the fact that it worked. I heard someone clear their throat behind Dixey and we released the hug.
Our friends... well, I guess I can't say that anymore... Dixey's friends stared at us a bit shocked.
"Um... Wh-who's this, Dixey?" Andrew asked, pointing over in my direction.
"Guys... let me introduce you to the best person ever... Bailey."