Invisible Angel

I want to Fix you.

Ryan's POV again. Sorry if that's annoying! Its just whats best for the story.

I took off her hood, saw her face all pale. Her hands were cold, heart still beating though. There was a slight bit of a white powder at the corner of her lips, and a little bit wedged in the crevices of her palms.

This is it, I thought.

Brendon propped her up and I opened up her bag. There was the same powder at the bottom. She took more pills. I was shocked.

"Ryan, lets bring her to the hospital or something," Brendon said. "That's not an option, Brendon. Trust me, I know more about her than you think." I couldn't risk her mother or Jonathan finding her again.

Brendon and I took turns carrying the lifeless Ashlyn back to our apartment on first street. We made it 9 blocks before Ashlyn woke up. I was carrying her at that time.

She quickly shook me off, and attempted to run down the street. I caught up to her, she was running a tad off. When I put my hand on her shoulder, she turned around to look at me. "What do you want from me?" she cried. "I don't want anything from you," I paused, "I want to fix you."

I grabbed her hand and she tried to break free but couldn't. She eventually gave in and let me pick her up. Brendon and I continued taking turns carrying her around the city -- and she eventually fell to sleep. I knew she was tired and probably had some strange combination of drugs in her system.

Brendon and I made it back to the apartment. "I'll take it from here," I told him, as he passed Ashlyn into my arms and I carried her into my room. I tucked her into my bed and kissed the top of her head. I crawled in besides her and held her hand. It got some warmth back to it, and her face was starting to regain color. She was just so beautiful, I thought to myself, as we both drifted to sleep.

I wonder what she thinks of me.