Anywhere But Here

Chapter Four, Dawn's POV,

That was a lie, I have never seen her any other days than today, but I can see it in her eyes. There's a fire burning in her head even though she feels numb and cold. She is lanky and skinny, like she has never had a proper meal in her life. She has anxiety and I can tell she has no idea where to get help for it. She has to take this because I care about her getting better, I care about everyone. She is one broken girl, I can see it in her eyes. I need her to take it, I need her too, so I told her that white lie. We both have tears in our eyes as I hold out the can towards her. She is still shaking her head back and forth, her long brown hair covers her face as she shakes it. She then closes her eyes, takes the hair that has fallen onto her face and tucks it behind her ears. The sunlight behind her made a halo around her head, making her look like she is a goddess of some kind. She looks on the verge of crying, so am I.

"I can't take this from you, Dawn, I really can't, my father won't allow it," She says and the walks into our crappy apartment building and away from me.

I shake my head and put the cup of money down on the xylophone. A gust of wind rattles my xylophone and my mallets drop to the ground. I sigh and pick them up. Then I begin to roll my xylophone inside and into my apartment. As I walk through the open doors my can rattles and makes annoying noises but I don't care. I keep rolling down the hallway until I get to my room. I use all myself urge to keep myself from crying.