This Is Paradise

I'm Not The One

Vic's P.O.V

I knew that Ally's condition was getting worse. She was just trying to hide it for the sake of our New Years. We were invited to this huge party, but I knew she wasn't up to going. If she wasn't going, I wasn't going. She needs me and I promised her I would always be there for her. It was now one day before New Years Eve, and I've been with Ally ever since Christmas. The guys understood, but after the New Year I'd have to get back to work with the band since we have a few concerts here in San Diego before we left for tour again.

I walked into the bathroom across the hall to see Ally finishing her makeup. She was dressed in stone washed skinny jeans with small rips by her thighs, and my rainbow tie dye hoodie. She looked effortlessly beautiful. "Hey babe." I smiled, walking into the bathroom. She smiled back at me, but I could tell she was broken. I've had to stay up with her every night to make sure she was okay. Her dreams just keep getting worse, and I needed to find out what was bothering her.

"Come here." I said, grabbing her hand and leading her into her room. I sat down on her bed and pulled her onto my lap. "Whatever is happening to you.. Babe, we need to fix it. I'm so worried about you and I want you to be okay." I rushed out before I lost the courage to speak to her about it. Her bright blue eyes seemed to get darker at the mention of her dreams. "I-I'm okay Vic. You shouldn't be so worried. It's me it's happening to, not you." She said, standing up off my lap. "You don't understand, whenever you're sad or upset or scared, it hurts me. We need to figure this shit out." I replied, my voice cracking.

She crossed her arms and nodded her head slowly. "I know we do. I'm just scared that if I go to the doctors there's going to be something seriously wrong with me." She whimpered. I walked over to where she was standing, and pulled her into a tight hug. Her small arms wrapped around my torso and hugged me tightly. "You can get through this." I assured her, kissing her head. I decided that today we would be going to her doctor. I didn't know if she had a therapist or anything because of her depression, but I do know that she went to a support group.

"I'm ready." She sniffled, pulling away from our hug. I knew what she meant. She was ready to go to the doctor and figure this out before New Years. I couldn't be anymore proud of her, and hopeful that there will be a way to help her.

Alysha's P.O.V

We pulled into the parking lot to the doctors office and I nervously shifted in the passenger seat of Vic's truck. Vic placed his hand on my knee after he put the truck in park. "You can do this darling." He whispered, leaning in to peck my lips. I nodded my head, as if I was assuring myself more than I was Vic. Everyone in the doctors office seemed so sad, like they were waiting for a injured of hurt loved one to return to them. Or not. Maybe I'm just sad, so my brain is tricking me into believing everyone's sad too.

I shook the thought away as Vic and I walked up to the counter to make my appointment. "Do you have a usual doctor?" The lady at the counter asked. She looked about our age, and she seemed to be eyeing Vic. I hated her.

"Um, yeah. Doctor Jones." I told her, my voice coming out harsher than anticipated. She gave me a dirty look before picking up the phone to call Dr. Jones. Vic slung his arm around my shoulders, and kissed my temple. Like he was trying to tell me not to get jealous because he's only mine.

The lady hung up the phone before turning her attention back to us, well mainly Vic. "Please take a seat in the waiting room, he'll be here shortly." She said, not breaking eye contact with Vic. Vic shifted uncomfortably before pulling me closer to him and turning around so we could sit. "That was fucking weird." He whispered. I giggled and nodded my head in response. That was weird, but I couldn't help that hint of jealousy that sparked inside me.