Fix Me ~ Book 1 (PTX fanfic.. KAVI)

I Wished..

(A/N: Most chapters are in Kirstie POV so if I don't put who's POV it is, you'll know.)

I jolted up, in alert. Everything was blurry, my heart beating rapidly, sounding like a drum in my ears. As I sat up, my head bumped on something above me, causing me to lay back down, now screaming in pain. My head throbbed horribly, as I hear the footsteps of someone coming to my aid.

My vision was intensely blurry, therefore I couldn't really see who was in front of me. I reached out for them, grabbing their shirt, feeling the material of it. I took a handful in my hand and pulled them closer to me, my eyes half way closed. I take in the very strong aroma and I freeze.

"Scott?" My voice shook, raspy probably because of yesterday night.

I go into panic mode,trying to get out of what seemed to be one of the bunks on the bus. I lifted myself up blindly, moving my arms around to make my way out.

As I attempted to get up, Scott I believe, I gently pushes me back down to lay. I groan at my lousy attempt to get out of bed.

"Scott?! SCOTT!!" I panicked. I stood still though.

"Answer me!" Tears started flowing down my cheeks as there were no answer to the colorful silhouette that stood motionless before me.

"Kirstie, please calm down, it's me." Scott said with a reassuring type tone.

"I can't see you." I whispered, staring at his silhouette, which in my eyes looked lifeless. "Why can't I see you, Scott??? What happened last night!?" I started yell.

"I can't tell you right now. But you'll be able to see clearly in about an hour. Just don't rub you eyes a lot." He says as he puts what I'm guessing is a wet towelette on my forhead, dabbing it. It smelt very strong of peroxide, but I tried my best to ignore it.

"Will it help if I wear my glasses at all?" I asked, my voice now going back to a perfect volume.

"Yea," he says as he goes over to the counter and grabs them from where I left them the night before. I sit up, allowing him to carefully slide them onto my face, without hurting me.

I blinked a few times before I could adjust right then. It was still kinda blurry, but way better than nothing. I looked over at Scott, who's facial expression was clear of depression and sadness. He looked at me and I looked back sadly.

I positioned myself as to where my feet are hanging off of the bunk I was laying in, and opened up my arms to him.

His eyes watered, as he quickly rushed into my embrace, clutching onto me tightly, without actually suffocating me. I rubbed his back, as he began to cry onto my blouse, sniffing every now and then.

I could feel the tears soak the top side of my shirt. I didn't care, I just wanted to comfort him, in anyway possible because he his my best friend and I will always love and care for him.

We stayed in this position for a moment, before he pulled away quickly, as Scott covered his tear stained face. He turned away, walking towards the kitchen in the bus. I hopped off the bunk I was laying in, and made my way behind him, in a quick manner.

I look around the kitchen which is a complete mess. Bandage wraps and medication were open and spread all over, even the floor had few pills here and there.

He sat down on the couch as I sat down beside him, cradling his large figure into my arms. I rocked him back and forth as he wiped his eyes with his middle finger, then plopping his hand back down on his lap.

I look around for sounds of the others, moving around, talking, snoring even. But nothing. I look over at Scott and rub his back once again.

"Where's everybody?" My nasty voice croaked. He looked at me and sighed.