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Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Wake the fuck up!" A voice yelled close to my face. I felt my heavy eyelids force themself open but only for a second until they shut closed again. 

"Aspen, wake up!" Two huge hands were on my shoulders shaking me. I felt the hands move to my hips, then in one motion I was swung over the person's shoulders, like a rag doll. 

"Move! Get out of the way!" The voice was yelling, but it didn't seem like he was really there, it was a distant voice. 

A door opened and I was shocked by the cold air. 

I heard two beeps, the sound of a car unlocking until I was thrown into a passenger seat.

Then my two minutes of being concious ended and I slipped back into the darkness.

Harry's POV:

"Aspen! Wake up!" I kept shouting. Her body looked lifeless.

 Her face was white, and not just pale. White. She was sweating, but it was a cold sweat. Her body was shivering but she wouldn't wake up.

I drove way too fast, but I didnt care. I was honked at and sworn at but all I needed to do was get her home. Once I pulled up to my apartment I ran to the passenger side of the car and grabbed her body. She wasn't moving, at all.

I ran up the stairs faster than I ever had before. I got to the door to my pocket and fumbled around in my pocket for my keys. Where the fuck were they? I finally grabbed the small metal key and jammed it into the lock of the door. I ran inside and set her small body down on the couch. I ran to the kitchen to wet a washcloth and went back to her side. I dabbed it on her forehead, still she didnt open her eyes.

I got up quickly and started pacing back and forth. I grabbed a book of the coffee table and chucked it against the wall, leaving a dent. Then in the corner of my eye I saw the christmas tree she had made. I ripped it off the wall and tore it into pieces. I was yelling, screaming. I didn't know why, I couldn't control myself.

"Wake up Aspen, wake up!" I yelled again. I felt that feeling in my throat, where it gets hard to talk and your face gets hot. 

I stopped pacing, and slid to the floor. I burried my head in my hands, and screamed. I screamed for every reason I could fucking possibly think of. I screamed for Aspen, and my family and this place. I screamed because I hadn't screamed in years. 

"Harry?" A delusional voice said. I whipped my head up and saw her eyes, looking at me. 

I crawled next to her. I wanted to yell at her for being a fucking idiot, for everything she did, but I didn't. I thought she was gone, many times. I looked at her, pale, sweaty. I could see the scars on her wrists and the pain in her eyes. 

She ruined something every day, she fucked up, but of course I was still here, with her, and I couldn't help it. 

Her eyes remained open, and she looked at me. I didn't have a clue what she was thinking. I was ready to tell her goodbye, that I couldn't do it anymore. But I didn't do it.

I pulled her into my arms and told her something I never thought I would tell a single human being.

"I love you."