-- Drew Borden
Ever since Ally's first day in court I've visited her at the mental hospital more often. I told her about how much school sucks and how people have been treating me. She didn't seem to like the fact that girls flirt with me, and I can't blame her. It's good knowing that she still cares and still likes me. It gives me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, though I'd never admit it if you ask. She seems to be getting better. She doesn't have many nightmares anymore and she seems to be happier. The cuts on her arms have healed to a scar. Some of her old scars have faded, I've noticed.
I don't want to get to school today. It's not the same without Ally. Yea, there was a period of time where I went to school before I even knew Ally, but now that I know her it's like everything changed. I don't enjoy the things that I use to before, like flirting with girls. I use to party all the time with Arrin, but the last time I went to a party was the night I helped Ally get away from Kate. I don't exactly know if Ally is a good or bad influence on me. I feel like I'm becoming more sensitive because of her, but maybe sensitivity isn't a bad thing. Last year if I said that I would've smacked myself across the face. I don't know what it is about her. She's so innocent and fragile and kind; the complete opposite of me. Maybe that's why they say opposites attract. And she is very attracting, almost like a magnet.
I sit up in bed and look over at Ally's bed then to my phone. It reads 6:45 am. Fifteen minutes before my alarm goes off. I get up and walk over to my closet, pulling my jeans and t-shirt on. Then, grabbing my phone, I quietly walk downstairs, past my dad's bedroom, and out the front door. Carefully, I shut the door and turn on my car. With a roar of the engine, I drive off.
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I walk into the mental hospital, the time on the clock above the front desk reading 7:15 am. I walk up to the front desk and smile at Halley, the girl behind the desk. She flashes me a cheeky smile, her eyes glowing though they weren't before. I reach up and move my wet hair out of my eyes.
"Wet morning, huh?" She comments, leaning on the front desk with two arms. Halley is a college student, a junior actually. I met her the first time I came to visit Ally. She saw the pain in my eyes and tried to help. I wondered why she would take the time to help me. She's told me before that she enjoys working here. I wonder if she was telling the truth.
I chuckle, "That's exactly what she said."
She giggles, "You dirty childish man."
I wink at her and smirk.
She smiles softly, "You here to see Ally again?"
"Yea," I say, smiling. My heart swells and my chest warms. Ally always has this effect on me. I look down at the desk and mess with a pen, trying to hide the slight blush on my cheeks.
"I can see the effect she has on you. That girl has you wrapped around her finger, eh?" She asks, her Canadian accent strong and her words sounding motherly.
I roll my eyes, but she speaks the truth. Ally's had me since the beginning. Since that first look.
"You know where to go. She'll be out soon," she says. I nod and flash a smile before turning around, but her words stop me. "Hey, shouldn't you be at school?"
I turn back to her. "I'm taking a much-needed vacation," I explain and wink at her. She rolls her eyes and I walk away before she could protest.
I make my way down the hall and into the patient meeting room. I sit at a table and wait for Ally. The excitement in me makes it hard to sit still. All last week my dad wouldn't let me come see her because I was missing work. To me, Ally is more important than school, but my dad said that my future is more important. Even Ally refused to see me until I turned everything in.
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Saving Ally
Teen FictionAlly is not a normal teenager. Having to go through her Mom's death, losing her friends, and getting bullied, Ally suffers greatly. Not only that, but since her mom's death she doesn't only get bullied, but abused by her alcoholic and manipulative f...
