I Cannot Feel Anything Anymore

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Alan's POV

"Come on Austin! Fucking hell, we don’t have all day!" I yelled over my shoulder, frustrated. We had to be at a gig in 20 minutes! Not to mention we still had to pack all our gear into the back of the van, and get there! The fucking venue was 20 minutes away! And Austin wasn't even listening to me! He was too busy with his girlfriend. It's been like that ever since they met, 2 years ago. Man, you'd reckon they'd get over their Honeymoon stage already.

"Stop sucking Leah's face and get your ass out here to help me!" I kicked the door open and struggled to carry the heavy speakers to the van. A big clap of thunder blasted through the night, and I heard a small squeal. I stood and listened intently to see if I was imagining things. I swear I wasn’t! I heard someone squeal! And it sounded really close.

All my earlier anger was now turned into a big pile of curiosity. The fact that we were going to be late to our gig no longer occurred to me. I was too curious about all this. What if someone was hurt? Lost? Scared? I couldn’t just leave them out here. It's dark, and we're on the verge of having a massive storm.

"Fuck you!" someone yelled. I huffed and placed the speaker gently in the back of the van, stretched and stood on my tip-toes to scan the area. It was a rainy, over cast night, and I felt like the sky looked - black and grumpy. I walked out onto the road the fence, and looked down the street to see someone (or something) curled up against the fence across the road from me. I jogged quickly across the road, curiosity getting the better of me, and bent down to touch the thing, or person.

My heart skipped a beat when I realised it was a young girl. Her long, hair had fallen over her face in matted, wet clumps. The eyeliner that was once on her eyes ran down her face in thick, black lines. Her arms and legs were so skinny, and there were scars covering her wrists. My heart dropped. Poor girl, must've had a terrible life for her to have so many scars...

Her tank top sagged over her frail body, and I couldn’t help but notice it was one of ours. I smiled to myself at the fact, but then I suddenly got worried.  She wasn't responding to my touch.

I ran my hands through my hair, and shook her softy by the shoulder.

"Hey," I said softly, shaking her shoulders, "Hey. Hey! WAKE UP!" I yelled, becoming scared. I scooped her frail body up into my arms, grabbing the backpack that was falling off her shoulders and swinging it onto my own before taking off at a sprint back home.

Leah's POV

I stood there, staring blankly at the body on the couch. Like, you have to be kidding me. I'm seeing things. It can't be her. She can’t be here. I heard she'd killed herself….my mind was racing. It felt like there was a stampede of mini Leah's running around in a circle pit. Like WHAT THE FUCK!

 Her hair was plastered to her face, her make-up had run, revealing the bruises that lay underneath. She'd lost so much weight; he clothes hung off her - it was such a terrible sight.

 The boys had to cancel their gig; it had flooded and they found Sam. They were going to be late anyway, and they recrded a short video and posted it to YouTube explaining what had happened, and saying they'd re-fund and make it up to all the people who missed out.

"Is she awake yet?" Austin said, his arms snaking around my waist. He kissed my neck, making me shiver.

"Does she look like she is?" I snapped bitterly, not meaning for it to come out so harshly. He didn't know that Sam was my best friend from high-school. I was going to wait until she woke up to tell him, so we could tell him together.

I felt his body tense, and instantly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that." I whispered, turning to face him. I looked up into his deep brown eyes and smiled, before pecking him softly on the lips.

"I love you, Austin," I mumbled into his chest.

"I love yo -" 

"AUSTIN, LEAH!" Alan cut him off, "She's awake!"

:3 sorry if it's short guys, I'm at school and people are annyoing me and I can't write D:< not to mention I'm meant to be doing work...um yeah.

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