Skinny And The Beast

This 'depressing' story relates to a young teen girls life in harms way. Having an alcoholic dad, a abusive mom, depression, and anorexia, this young teens life isn't in good form. Feeling the loss of attention, a happy life, or good friends, Alyssa feels the need to leave behind life and make her own. Escaping her room, Alyssa frees herself from 'death row.' Walking the late night streets of Lake Michegan, she ends up in a silent hotel >surviving< for her life.


9. Him though...

After he left i went over to my bed and curled up into my cozy, soft white sheets. I felt perfect. Like I was laying on a cloud.. But it was missing something, someone.. I opened my eyes real big and realized that I might never talk to Alex again.. My heart sank, but it sunk even more when I heard a faint voice coming from the door "Ash? You still here?" Followed by a small knock. I slowly got out of my bed and walked over to the door rubbing my eyes and sniffled. I opened the door and there stood puffy eye Alex.. Yet again.. I gestured my head towards the couch and he nodded slowly, and kind of awkwardly looking at me when he did so. I chuckled a little to myself. He's so cute.. Him.. Just him was perfect. I closed the door whenever he walked to the couch. I looked down while walking because he looked so unhappy. I felt bad for him, he's been through so much, more then me.  I looked up and when I did so i saw a bloody cut on his arm.. I gasped and looked over at him as he sat down. I stood right in front of him with my mouth open and my eyes staring right into his. We were locked in with each others eyes. I squared down and put my head In between my knees and started to sob. He did this over me. I caused this. I made this. He came over and hugged me close like he told me he wanted to do. He picked my light body up and sat me down on the couch as did he. He positioned our bodies to where my head was on his chest. I continued to sob. All he did was lay his mouth on my head and play with my hair. Holding me close with his other arm. I stopped sobbing and held his wrist, not touching the wound.  He sighed heavily and just st there with me. I started to shut my eyes. And fell asleep. He made me feel protected. I loved him, to the moon and back.. 

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