Meaningless

Going Back to Hell

~~~~~~~Dawn's pov~~~~~~~

I woke up in a strange place, new bed, but for some reason I felt safe. Being safe isn't something I normally feel... Where am I? In a slightly large hoodie... this isn't what I was wearing when I...

It all comes rushing back on me with the force of a tidal wave. The fight, driving off. The trip to the hardware store... oh God... what have I done?!?

The last thing I remember... taking a step off the edge... God damn it all who's place am I at? Looking around I can tell I've never been in this room. Maybe outside of the room I'll find out. I walk out into the bright hallway. Ah fuck. It's Andrew's place, and I know exactly what he saw...

~~~~Andrew's POV~~~~

Walking up the stairs to try to wake up Dawn, I'm surprised to meet her right as I turn off of the stairs. I rush to her and hold her tightly.

"Thank God you're okay," I whisper into her ear, holding her tighter.

"Andrew... I um... I can't... breath..."

"Shit I'm sorry," I say as I release my grip. "You scared me so much I thought you might never wake up..." I awkwardly ran my fingers through my hair trying to stop myself from crying.

"Yeah... Andrew I'm so sorry..." Dawn starts to cry slightly, and I want to badly to take her back in my room and comfort her. But I know she needs to be up and eat something, she looks like nothing more than a skeleton.

" You need to eat, babe. You've been asleep for almost an entire day."

"I.. I'm not really hungry... but Andrew... how'd you find me?"