Ross Lynch: Imagine This

Random Imagine: Slightly Disturbing.

Clean, but a little disturbing.

You're name: Alice

Alice POV

Ross and I sat in my living room, staring at a blank TV. He sat on the couch next to me, but we weren't touching. We both stared directly ahead, eyes not moving. Everything was rolling through my mind so fast, I couldn't comprehend any of it.

It's not like I wanted to.

We had just watched a story on the news of a 28-year-old lady who was physically attacked by some men on the road. She was a black activist, so she knew her rights. The mug shot was disturbing, the way her face was sunken in. She looked like she was lying on the floor since her shoulders were straight instead of hunched over as if she was standing.

The story was that she committed suicide, with no known motive. It didn't make much sense, considering the fact that she would've won the case. However, on look at the mug shot and you could tell she didn't have much longer to live without proper care; notice its the care she didn't receive.

"Turn it off." Ross whispered to me. I did so, still staring at the screen after I'd done so. We sat like that for a while. My body was stiff. I felt paralyzed. Ross then looked over at me. He reached for my hand. His hands were cold; almost as if the time we remained frozen, his blood had stopped in its tracks as well. We sat in more raw silence, until I finally looked at him. His face was pale, his lips parted slightly in a small frown. His eyes remained set forward. He stood from the couch, still staring at the TV. I stood next to him, staring into the void of space.