the Wednesday girl- Demi Lovato

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"Hey, hey, hey, easy," I gently pushed her back from trying to get off the couch. "I'm almost done cleaning your face, just a few more minutes and you'll be good to go."
Her eyes were so big, I'd never seen such big eyes before, as she was glancing around, trying to understand what was happening. She still didn't seem very focused and she hadn't even looked at me yet, but she seemed giddy, squirming a little under my touch.

"I need to go," she mumbled. "My aunt. She'll freak out. I need to get back. I'm already gonna be late. I need to go back. I have to go," she rambled, trying to get back up again, but I didn't let her.

"I'll drive you, you'll be back soon. Please calm down and let me clean you," I felt like I might've been talking to the wall, as she didn't seem to acknowledge my voice at all.
She wiggled under my arms, trying to get up, but I held her down firmly. Her nose had almost stopped bleeding and I held the ice against the bruise forming on her forehead, making sure it didn't fall down again from when she jumped up. She just had to give me a few more minutes and she'd be good to go.
I would say good as new, but that wasn't exactly the case. She really didn't look good at all. I didn't know her, I'd never seen her until I moved here. But from the first time I saw her passing my house to now, she definitely looked sick. She was so pale and the way she'd been walking just showed that she did not have a lot of strength to even carry her own body. I wondered what was happening to her. Was she okay?

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to distract her from whatever she was thinking about. But like before, she didn't acknowledge much of what I was saying and she didn't reply. "Your nose almost stopped bleeding, I think you'll be fine then," I decided to tell her. It wasn't like she was answering me or anything, but in case she was listening, at least she knew what was happening.

"I have to go. My aunt will have a panic attack. I need to leave," she mumbled again, as she tried getting up. I held her down a little tighter and she seemed to stop resisting as much, as she sighed.

"Just a few more minutes, darling. I'll drive you back," I said again, but this time her eyes went back out of focus. They starting darting from one side to the other again and I was freaking out a little. What was this that she's doing? Should I call an ambulance? But before I could do anything, she focused again.

"My aunt," she said, a little clearer this time. "I need to get back. I'll be so late. My aunt will freak out. She'll flip," she sighed.

"Let me call her," I suggested. "Give me her number and I'll call her and tell her you'll be coming a little late." It seemed like this time she did hear me. And even though she still hadn't looked at me, she seemed to have listened to what I said.

She pointed to her phone, that I had taken into the house with me, when I'd brought her in. "Her number is in there," she whispered, before laying her head down and closing her eyes, scrunching her face up a little, as if she was in pain. She was taking very deep breath and I could only imagine she was trying to calm herself and pull herself together, so I let her be after readjusting the ice on her forehead and the tissue in her nose. I took her phone and pressed the home button. Her screen was completely cracked, but the phone seemed to still be working. Her lock screen picture was of a newborn baby and she seemed to have a lot of notifications, but I couldn't really understand anything since it wasn't in English. I didn't know her code either, so I just sat next to her on the couch not wanting to bother her as I watched her, waiting till she opened her eyes again. I studied her face and she was pretty. I knew she had very dark brown eyes and they were big too, but I couldn't see them cause they were closed. It really added to her face though. She had pretty short eyelashes and very dark eyebrows, even though her hair was quite a few shades lighter. She had pink lips and a pale skin color, with a very slight rose blush from the cold outside, on her cheeks. She wasn't wearing any make up and I could see a few scars on her face. One looked like she'd had stitches, right underneath her lip, and she had like a little dent on her cheek, as if someone had carved out a piece of her skin. And she had three cute little beauty marks, one a little higher then her chin under her lips, another one next to her right nostril and another one under her left eye, leaning a little closer towards her ear.