You Can't Save Me..

Chapter 37

Ashton's POV

Megan is coming over today. She's 'in desperate need of some girl time.'

I'm not feeling to great, but I'd do anything for her.

I'm kind of out of it.

I just don't feel like myself.

Megan found everything out. She knew I went to the hospital and Evan told her it was for a panic attack and of course she had questions, so I told him he could just tell her.

I trust her.

We don't get to spend a whole bunch of time together, but we talk on the phone almost every night, except the past few days because it's been to hectic to stop and talk, and she's the best friend I have ever had. Better than all my New York friends combined.

I look at the clock on my desk table and realize it's about noon.

She is supposed to get here at 12:30.

I haven't been to sleep tonight. Or last night. I got up and made breakfast and everything, but I went to lay back down.

I crawl back out of my uncomfortable bed and onto my feet. I pull on some sweatpants and a long sleeve black top. Then I pull my hair into a messy bun, not bothering to look in the mirror, I slump down the stairs.

Once I reach the bottom, I notice the house is empty.

Evan has been crazy about hanging out with the kids recently. I'm happy for him. They're all getting closer and it makes me happy.

Well, as happy as I can get anyway.

Soon enough the doorbell rings and before I even get off the couch, Megan is walking into my house.

"Hello motherfuckers. I'm home!" She yells coming in.

I chuckle a little bit, getting up off the couch to hug her.

"I missed you!" I say, pulling her in for a much needed hug.

"Bitch it's been like 4 days and you haven't even called me." She says with fake anger, hugging me back.

I chuckle again as we sit down to watch movies all day.

That's what I love about her. Even now that she knows, she won't treat me any different. She won't make sure I'm eating or even check my wrists.

I can just be normal.