love through recovery

Chapter 5 oh my god is alyssa okay!?

Alyssa's pov
Two weeks later
I looked at my now fading hair and the spotty dyed bathroom and everything else and laughed to myself. He was still an asshole though. One good moment did make up for bad ones. That had been a pretty good day -amazing since you know stormy- but since then radke basically ignored me. We said hi and talked here and there at night or in group but nothing that stuck out in any way like that day.

I had been debating on talking to him but the whole rehab thing was really taking its toll on me. The scabs on my arms from the syringes had started to fade and it made me nervously pick at them so my arms looked horrible. The withdrawals had left my body shaking in the middle of the night and left me unable to eat and my anxiety was at all time high.

I sat in his bed because It was closer and leaned against his pillows overcome by a wave of dizziness and faded into the soft blackness that I assumed was sleep.

Ronnies pov

I walked into Alyssa's and my room and looked for her on her bed but she wasn't there. Since the whole hair dye thing and what I realized I had tried to avoid her. I don't do feelings. It was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

She was so beautiful even though she was going way way downhill. The drugs were finally leaving her body and she was taking it hard. She was constantly sick and her tiny body seemed to be getting tinier every day but I knew how it felt. It was even worse when she woke up screaming from nightmares and I had to force myself to either ignore her or be sarcastic when I just wanted to hold her.

I continued looking around and had no idea where she was and then from the corner of my pillow I saw a pink streak of hair.

Why the hell was she on my bed?

I shook my head and went to tickle her. I laughed because she looked adorably pale in the gap between her black Metallica shirt and black slytherin sweats that she had been wearing for two days.

I poked her side and waited for her to throw something or cuss but she didn't move. I tried again but she still didn't move. I picked her up knowing if she was okay but she didn't even twitch and her usually warm hands were ice cold.

I threw on my shirt as fast as I could and ran to get the on call nurse that was always at the desk in the lobby.

"Is Alyssa on any new regulated meds to help with her withdrawals?" I basically screamed at her.

"We can't tell you that mr radke and you're past that phase you can't have any-"

"No you moronic Bitch she passed out on my bed and she won't wake up she's cold to the fuxking touch help her now!"

The joking look left the nurses eyes and she ran ahead of me to our room calling people as she ran until she reached the door. She walked to where I had put Alyssa down and started checking things. I wasn't even thinking about the press or my horrible bad boy image I just wanted my lyssabear to be okay. I walked closer to the nurse

"I-is she okay?"

"Mr. Radke were going to have to move her... I'm sorry but she's not breathing..."

Authors noteeeee

Sorry for the short chapter and the cliff hanger but if you read my saving Angels I'm notorious for cliff hangers so get used to it. I'm debating on him telling her his feelings soon buuuut I'll probably drag it out because well I can. Thank you guys who read this already I love each and every one of you and I'll update when I can xoxo