Lonely (A Cryaotic Fanfiction)

~Chapter Six~

~Alison's POV~

"Your foot is healing surprizingly fast. Which is bad. And plus, you are lacking a seriously big amount of bonemarrow." He says sad.

I immediately start crying. I have to stay in a wheelchair for maybe my whole life. My mom hasn't come back yet... How are we gonna pay for the bills? I guess ill have to start having a job... By doing what? I have no idea what people in wheelchairs do. And plus, in a couple of weeks ill start getting weak.

"Hey, Alison, stop crying it'll be fine." Cry tries to soothe me.

"No it wont!" I start yelling. "I won't be able to do anything! My mom cant pay these bills! We dont have enough!"

"Well, I have to go... Another patient is waiting for me. Ill let you two discuss." He says calmly checking his little pager.

I nod. Cry pushes my wheelchair while I cry. We get outside and he signals a taxi with the handicap sign.

"To Rainsattle Appartments please." He asks while he transports me to the back. The car starts with the purr. We start moving and Cry turns around to see me.

"What?" I hiss at him.

"Nothing. Just wanted to talk to you." He says.

"About what?" I frown at him.

"About where you are going to stay. You're not gonna stay alone at your place." He says while looking outside.

"No thanks. And plus, Im handicapped not Mentally disabled." I spat out rudely to him. (Sorry dont mean to offend anyone.)

"I know you're not but, you'll need a lot of help. Trust me, I know. At least stay for a week." He pleaded.

I roll my eyes. "No I dont need your help. And plus, I hardly know you."

"Well, lets start now. My name is Cry. I hate when people call me Ryan. I play a lot of video games. I am a YouTuber." He starts. Oh god. "I have natural Hazel hair like you see here. I love wearing a pokerface mask but I dont wear it at school. No one at school knows I'm Cry. I only say to people I trust that Im the Cryaotic."

"Wait so you trust me? Why?" I asked.

"I had a feeling I would trust you. And its true." He said. "Oh and I forgot. I broke up with Samantha cause I heard what she did to you."

My eyes widen. "Oh no no no..." I shake my head really roughly.

"What?"

"SHE IS GONNA KILL ME!! OH NO NO NO" I screamed out.

"Woa calm down back there!" The taxi driver says.

"Sorry sir! And plus," Cry starts. "She is not gonna kill you cause ill protect you."

"Hey! I didn't say we were friends!" I exclaim.

"But I am taking care of you so I can protect you."

I dig my face into my palms. Fuuu

~Cry's POV~

We finally arrived to my apartment building. I get Alison out of the car. Her beautiful soft brown and tip dyed purple hair tickles me.

I slowly place her on her wheelchair. She is so beautiful when she pouts. I like her a lot. I wish I could just kiss her right there.

I start pushing her light wheelchair to the apartment's elevator. I press the 4th floor and the doors close. I hear four dings before the door reopens.

We arrive at my apartments door and I get out the keys. "And... Voila!" I swing open the door revealing my house. I kept it nice and clean.

"Wow. Your house seems pretty clean compared to what I thought it would be." She says while looking around.

There is the masters room on the right, the game room with a little bed to my left. The living room in the middle and the kitchen behind me. Small, yet, affordable.

"So, my bed is on the right and your bed is in the game room." I say proudly.

The walls in this apartment are a gray but a very pale gray and all my cabinets are brown. The little dining table is black and the couch is a light brown.

I bring her to go sit on the couch. "Wanna play a game?" I point to the flat screen tv.

"Sure!" She says like a kid in the candy store.