Bad for Me/ M.E.

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❌Addison POV❌

Tomorrow is the first day. I think to myself as I lay down on my bed. I have lived in LA since July and it's now the end of August.

I am gonna be a Senior this year, and of course we had to move away my very last year in hell. I left all my friends- well my friend- and childhood memories back in Louisiana.

I wish we could have stayed there. I may have been miserable, but this isn't any better. All I do is stay at this condo alone, usually watching Netflix or YouTube.

At least there I had John. He was my gay best friend and my only bestfriend- "Addie?"

My thoughts are interrupted by my aunts familiar and drunk tone of voice.

"I'm in here!" I respond. Where else would I be?

"Come in here and wash these dishes right now", she slurs. Fa-Thud!

I run into the living room to see her passed out on the floor. I panic and run over to her. I check her pulse. Seems normal. I try to wake her, but it doesn't work.

As I am about to pick her up and move her, my hand comes in contact with her head.

Her hair is wet. I look at my hand to see what the liquid is, and as soon as I see it I almost pass out.

It was blood.

I'm guessing she hit her head when she fell and now she's bleeding.

I hurry back to my room and grab my phone. I dial 911 and realize how badly I'm shaking.

The operator picks up, "911 what's your emergency?"

I open my mouth, but the air hitches in my throat and nothing comes out.

"Hello?" I hear her say.

I try again, "My aunt," is all I could seem to say.

"Ma'm please tell me what happened."

"My aunt came home drunk. I heard a noise and came into my living room. She hit her head when she passed out and th - there's blood everywhere. I don't know what to do. I-I am so scared. She is all I have", the words all seem to come out at once.

"Okay ma'am calm down. Where are you? Give me your address."

"Ummm....9384 W. Wisconsin St."

"Okay. An ambulance is on it's way."

"Please hurry."

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**AT THE HOSPITAL**

I'm sitting in the waiting room. Panicking. Hoping. Waiting.

I can't think. Everything is so mixed up.

She is all I have.

I finally get a coherent thought in.

I need her.

There's another.

I mean. She may not always be home. And she may not be the best, but she is literally all I have.

I need her more than anyone.

"Yeah bro. He did this dope flip and landed it, but he fell and BOOM he hit his arm on the rail."

My head snaps towards the unfamiliar voice.

There stand 2 boys. One a brunette with a white t-shirt and flannel on with his sleeves rolled up revealing his, beautifully tattooed, arms.

The other a dirty blonde with a tank top on and no tattoos. He was kinda cute, I'll admit.

His hair itself was like spun gold, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together into curls that framed his tanned face. He paused for a moment, before he continued talking. I watched his hands as he gestured, giving emphasis to what he was saying. His fingers were long but strong looking, his fingernails pink and smooth, with half moons near the cuticles. My eyes wandered up his arm, to his strong forearm. I watched his hand as it moved up to rub some unknown irritant from his eye. His nose was straight and aquiline, his lips (his lips!) perfectly formed, and constantly moving, as what he said became incoherent to me.

The boys, although both very attractive, looked so different you wouldn't expect them to be in the same room as each other, let alone be friends.

As I analyze the boys I realize that the dirty blonde had stopped talking and was now looking at me.

As we made eye contact my cheeks flushed. I looked away as quickly as possible and went back to my thoughts. As I remembered where I was and why, I started to tear up.

Trying to stop myself from crying only made it worse.

Tears began to stream down my face and I started to sob uncontrollably.

All of a sudden I felt somebody wrap their arms around me. I opened my eyes to see who it was, and it's him. The dirty blonde.

Now that he is closer I can see that his eyes are hazel, and they glisten in the light of this hell of a hospital.

I grab and move his arms from around me.

"Are you okay baby girl?"

I don't reply I just stare at how beautiful he is. How his jawline barely peeks out from under his slightly tanned, pale-ish skin. How his hazel eyes, now turning slightly green, stare into mine. How I could get lost in them everyday.

"Hello?"he says waving a hand at me.

"Oh..umm...", I bite my lip out of anxiety and finally say, "...hi"

He chuckles. "Hi. I'm Matt. And you are?"

I try to talk more, but I can't. My words are lost.

I clear my throat.

"I'm Addison, Addison Hays." I smile weakly.

"Okay. Addison. So what is a pretty girl like you doing here crying and alone?"

When he asked I realized that I was still at the hospital. In the ER. Waiting.

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So Wattpad is messing up

What else is new?

So I'm reposting this oneeeee

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