Saving Anabelle Cassity | Logan Paul FanFiction

Let Me Save You

Anabelle's POV
I remember opening my eyes and seeing a bright light shining down on me. A nurse came into my view and started saying something to someone else as she had a blue face mask on.

"Where..where-" I started to say.

"Dont worry. You are in good hands." A man said and the bright light became black.

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I woke up in a hospital room wearing a blue and white gown. My hair was a mess; I had almost forgotten that I had cut and dyed it. It was dark outside already. I was all alone. I looked to the side of my bed and see my phone and my charger on a little table. I reach for it and see a few notifications.

A read many "Get well soon, Ana" tweets from Logan's fans and some people posting about me on instagram.

Wow, how am I not forgotten?

As I start to set my phone back down on the table, I see a brown stuffed bear with a red bow wrapped around its neck and a note leaning against it. I grabbed the bear and the note at the same time. I smiled back at the bear that was smiling as well and opened the note that came along.

Hey sis,
I stopped by to see you but you can barley even speak to me. I had to head home to take care of my family but I promise that I'll be back. I hope that this bear gives you a big smile. I love you. Take care.

Gerber

I smiled and folded the note back into its place. I was glad to know that my brother remembered about me. I was actually really excited to see him. I set the bear back on the little table along with note and lay my head back with a sigh.

I barley even remember what happened.

I closed my eyes and I only saw one face. Logan. His bright colored eyes. His blonde long hair. His smile that made butterflies fly in my stomach. What is there to hate about that guy? I could never hate him. At this point, I can care less about Lydia and about anything that I saw in the past. I just want to see him. I want to feel Logan's touch. That is all I have to ask.

Then, the door opened.

I kept my eyes closed and I controlled my nervous breathing that was slowly building up. My hands laid on my sides and my head was slightly tilted to the left. The door closes and I hear footsteps come closer to where I am, and then there was a pause.

Shuffling was heard and then something was set down either on the floor or on a chair. Then the sound of a chair being pulled close to my hospital bed was heard. I still kept my eyes shut.

I could hear this person breath. It sounded very familiar. Without even trying to guess, I knew exactly who was sitting next to me. My heart started to thump hard against my chest.

They sighed and put themselves against my bed, then grabbed ahold of my hand.

This touch, so soft and warm. Logan.

He was shaking, trembling almost. The tip of his finger rubbed against my hand sending shivers up and down my spine.

"I'm sorry" said a whisper, coming from a voice that I love with all my heart. "I wish I could have taken everything back. I never meant to h-hurt you." He said.

I heard his studder, almost like he's about to break down.

Don't let him win, Anabelle. Remember he destroyed you.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I hope we can forget what was never meant to happen. My heart only wants you and- " he choked.

My heart was breaking. He sounded so torn and broken. He meant what he was saying, I could feel it.

No, Ana. Don't be a fool! He doesnt-

Fuck my mind. He's more important than any demon in my head.

"I will always want you" I said finally. I could feel his eyes on me. I opened mine and our eyes connected, feeling a strong and intense energy. An energy that was so much missed in not just his but in my heart too. This is a connection that is unique and no one could ever replace such thing.

"Ana." Logan says with a small chuckle of happiness. I smile.

"Logan."

We said nothing for a few moments. All we did was look at each other like we were a piece of artwork. Logan looked down at his grip on my hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He says as he's about to pull away but I catch the tip of his fingers.

"No. Please." I said almost frightened that he would go, just how I did. Logan smiled and grabbed my hand again.

I break our eye connection and look at the white wall with a flat TV that is in front of my bed. I breathed heavenly, knowing that I was sharing the same air as him.

"You were drunk." I said, still not looking at Logan.

There was silence.

"I know you don't want to believe my story-"

"But I do" I said looking at Logan who now had guilt in his eyes.

Logan looked down, unable to even look at me. I tightened the hold of my hand on his.

"Logan, I want to know and I want to believe you. Please." I said and Logan looks at me again. He nods.

"Yes, I was drunk. I'm not sure if Lydia was drunk as well, but when we got home she was already on me. Kissing me and pulling me into my room. I was caught by surprise. I felt like I had no control. Once she was getting on top of me, I lost it. Anabelle, I did have you in mind, but she wouldn't let me stop. I was weak."

Logan stands up and walks around my room. Out of no where, I start to feel cold.

"I never believed that she could ever do such a thing. But now I know what was happening. She-" he paused.

"She what?" I said and he looked at me.

"She wanted me and she was going to do anything in her power to get what she wanted." Logan said. He looked down at a chair that held his backpack. He then moved his backpack out the way and pulled out a journal.

My journal.

"I never knew that Lydia did this to you, Ana. Why didn't you say anything? " Logan said, clearly getting angry. I shook my head and covered my face.

"Why would you read that? It was such a long time ago!" I said about to cry.

"But she triggered you! Why do you think you kept believing you weren't enough!!" Logan said, almost yelling.

I whimpered and took my hands away from my face. I pulled the white covers up so that only half of my face was showing. I see Logan soften.

"I'm sorry for yelling. But it's true. Because of her words, you were triggered, making it impossible for anyone to save you-"

"And no one else will." I said. Logan looked at me with sadness.

How could I ever believe that? Everyone has a hero. Everyone.

"Let me, Anabelle." Logan says. Our eyes meet.

"You have already tried-"

Logan starts to open his backpack and goes through some of the things that he had in there. I look at him with curiosity.

He then pulls out a little black box. I sit up on my bed and look at him, now with confusion.

"Anabelle Cassity, I am deeply in love with you  and I need you in my life. I want to save you from the negative vibes that this world throws at you." Logan gets on one knee. "Will you marry me?"