Rescue Me From Myself

Chapter Ten

(A/N: hei dere herlige mennesker!! ;) (hi there you lovely people) Okay, it's like 9:30 pm here and I just started writing this, and a warning, this is definitely going to be crap. I am having serious writer's block and I just need a few more days after this terrible chapter goes up to think and brain storm a bit, all writer's have their moment of silence ;). Anyway, I hope this wasn't too disappointing, sorry for the length, but I just wanted a quick update to make you guys happy, and the next chapter will be up sometime next week! I have class tomorrow at 8am, so I might be on later tomorrow night!!!! Vote, fan, comment, do whatever you guys like to do!!)

(Lizzy's POV)

I woke up in a terrible mood. I don't know how it's possible, waking up in Harry's arms should have made me feel like I was on top of the world, but after everything that happened yesterday, it was like I was back to my old self. The "me" that I was when my sister died, when Tyler left me. Harry stayed over last night because he was afraid I was going to go berserk again if I looked through those boxes, and to be honest, I wasn't complaining. We've grown close. I really liked him, but I couldn't convince myself I loved him yet. It would be going too fast for me, I've known the boy for how long? 3 months. 12 weeks. 72 days. How could you possible love someone after only 72 days? But then I found myself reconsidering, I had a bond with Harry I have never had with anyone else, not even Tyler. A bond this strong I can only remember having with my sister, but that was different. We were blood. Harry and I, were complete strangers 3 months ago. But he has this pull on me, and I don't ever want to get out of that pull.

I finally opened my eyes after that little talk with myself and saw Harry was still sleeping. His soft little snores came out of his mouth and his breath fanned over my cheek, and that didn't make me so miserable, but I still can't get out of this funk. I slowly got up from my bed, I didn't want to wake up the sleeping beauty next to me, and I walked into my bathroom. 

I hesitated to even open the cabinet, because I knew what was in there. Bottle and bottles of medication. Stuff that could tranquilize an elephant if someone tried. Anti-depressants, anxiety meds, meds for my panic attacks, meds for my anger attacks, pain killers, you name it, I have it from some wacky doctor who thinks he can cure my mind. I haven't taken a single pill since I've met Harry, except for the occassional aspirin, but who cares about a tiny little tablet that stopped the migraine that was forming that day. I didn't want to be dependant on my medication, and I didn't want to open the cabinet. I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw a girl I hadn't seen in months. Dark circles around her eyes, her eyeballs sunken into her skull. Her eyes were lifeless, not a single spark of interest in them. 

I couldn't even look anymore, because I saw the tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn't want to be this girl, this girl who looked like she had nothing to live for. I used to be that girl, I wasn't that girl anymore. I had friends, I had Harry. A boy who stepped into my life when I needed him the most. The tears came faster now and I slumped down the wall and curled into a ball at the foot of my bath tub. I tried to be as quiet as possible because why the hell would Harry want to wake up to a crying psychopath. A girl who couldn't even live a normal life without taking a couple of happy pills and going off into LaLaLand. I didn't even heard him come in until he was on the floor pulling me into his arms, wrapping them around me and squeezing me tight, gentle whispers into my ear.

"What's wrong baby?" he asked quietly, and for a few minutes I couldn't speak, I only whimped, a left over tear falling onto his pajama pants. "Sh...it's okay. I'm here now. I'll always be here for you."

"How can you like somebody like me Harry?" I finally asked him. I looked into his eyes and he looked hurt. Physically hurt, and deep down, I knew I caused that with the simple question I asked him.