Invisible Angel

You're A Decorated Emergency

I woke up the next morning at around 6 am, and not because I was ready to wake up... The wound from Jonathan earlier opened up and was bleeding. Thank god I didn't get any blood on Ryan's stuff. I didn't know what to do. I walked to the kitchen and wrapped paper towels around it. It didn't do much good. I proceded to walk down the hallway to Ryan's bedroom door. I knocked, and eventually I heard him come out of bed. He arrived at the door, Sexy messy hair and a groggy morning voice to match. So sexy. He was just sexy.

He looked down. "Ashlyn!" he said. "What happened?"

"One of my cuts from last night opened up." I told him "Woah, okay.. let me get you together." He led me into the bathroom and picked me up, putting me on the counter. I was reluctant at first to let him touch me. I jumped back a bit and he looked at me with an apologetic look in his eyes "I'm sorry if I spooked you," he told. "Oh no, its fine, Im sorry. its just a natural reaction."

He looked down at my arm and said "Damn, you're a real decorated emergency over here." He took a towel with some soap and water and started to wash my side. I winced at the extreme cold, and the stinging. He immediately grabbed my hand and didn't let go. He finished cleaning me up and kept his hand wrapped around my palm the whole time. It gave me a feeling of reassurance. Ryan turned around and motioned for me to get on his back. I did, and he took me down the hall into his room. Placing me on the bed, he turned back around, shut the bedroom door, and backed up to it. I got nervous and scooted back a bit. He had his eyes fixated on me, running his hand through his hair.

"Why do you do it Ashlyn? I just don't get it. I mean, I know you have had a rough past but you just have so much life in you. Maybe you don't see it but I do. You're beautiful, thin, gorgeous eyes..." he continued, "A great personality.. and you're young. I mean, what are you, 16, 17 years old? Don't throw yourself away like this." He made his way over to me and sat at the foot of the bed. He put his hand on my knee. "I can't see you go down like this."

Then it hit me. the pills. My saving grace. My number. My bestfriend and worst enemy all together. "Um, well, its kinda personal..." "Maybe I should just go back to bed." I stated, headed for the door. Ryan quickly popped up and beat me to it. He threw himself against the door, sliding down to the floor. He looked up at me, and said again, "Ashlyn, why do you do this?" His eyes widened, fixed on mine.

I broke down, explaining everything about my mother and how she fueled off of alcohol and my pain. I was nervous as to what he might think. "The pills numbed all the pain so I didn't have to deal with it," I explained, "Whether it be emotional or physical, it all just disappeared." I finished. Ryan put my hands in his, looking me straight in the eye. "Well, Ashlyn... I don't want you to do that ever again. The physical pain, you won't ever have to deal with it, anymore. I'll make sure of that, and as for the emotional aftermath... You always have me to come to, no matter what time of day it is I will be here to talk you through it."

I'd never have a guy be there for me like this. Let alone one 2 years older than me who I met less than 10 hours ago. But somehow, I felt like we've known eachother for a lifetime.

I decided I should keep talking. He had such a horrified look in his eyes. He was shocked.

"And you know, my boyfriend - well now ex boyfriend, how he caused this cut on my side, right?" He shook his head. "Well, that's not the only time that has happened. For all 2 years, 3 months and 11 days I was with him, he would hit me. Leaving him wasn't an option -- I didn't want to make him mad." Ryan re fastened his grip on my hands. "For any guy to put there hands on a girl like that... its just morally wrong." A tear started to fall from my eye. Then another, and another, and another to follow. He pulled me closer and pressed my head against his chest. It was warm, welcoming, made me feel safe. He kissed the top of my head.

I looked at the digital clock on the desk. "Ryan! It's 7:30am I have really overstayed my welcome!" I told him. "Woahwoahwoahwoah, settle down," he said "I don't want you going anywhere until I know you're safe, and right now, I know you're safest right here with me. "Now do me a favor," he said. "Grab your backpack and bring it in here."

I hesitantly left Ryan and retrieved the black jansport, just as he asked.