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Addisen and Once Upon a Time
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Apr 26, 2014 10:02AM
"It's not realistic. That's how you get labelled as a murderer," daemon said, hoping to change her mind.
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"So I don't care I have no one to miss me."
"You have me, Dee, ash, and Katy." He said. "I think that they can be labeled as people."
"I don't have you." She said. "Katy has you I never had you"
"You did. You still do. I might not like you as in relationships, but I consider you a friend. A close one."
She looked at him. "I never had you as a friend or a relationship." She said. "You lied and used me."
"I wasn't lying. And I wasn't using you either. I just wanted to start over, to make things better."
"You can't make things better." She said. "I needed you you left. I needed my parents they left. No one cares what I need."
"It's not that they don't care, they can't help it if they die..."
"Your not dead and neither is my dad." She said.
"Exactly, that means we are HERE for you!" He said, trying to console her.
"No your not. You hurt me and so did my dad. I'm alone." She said.
"It won't help if I talk to you, will it?" He sighed.
"Daemon they going to move her soon." Katy said."Move me where?"
"Alright," he stood up and left the room, being replaced by hospital workers.
"Don't to you can't leave me alone." She said. Tears came out of her eye."You keep lying to me." She shouted. "Don't leave me."
"I'll be back!" He promised as he was pushed out of the room.
"Daemon don't go." She burst into more tears. They gave her a shot and she fell asleep.
"Abbie wake up. Wake up," daemon said, standing by her side.
"It's ok sir we gave her something to calm her." The doctor said moving her. "You can't see her or keep contact with her shell be ready in five days."
"But..." He started to say, but left when he he saw their stern faces.
((Do want to skip five days))
((Ok))Abbie woke up. They gave her tons of medicine and tries different kinds on her. She would be going home. Sometimes she couldn't think straight on the medicine. She look around. She didn't say a word in a week. She didn't talk at group therapy. Daemon would be here soon she hoped.
Daemon busted through the door. "Abbie?! Are you okay?!"
A small smile formed on her face. She ran to him. She hugged him. She looked up at him. She didn't like it here.
Daemon hugged her back. "They told me that you are able to leave in a couple hours.mi brought something...." He pulled some treats from behind his back. It ranged from donuts to cake to pie. "I feel like getting fat right now," he smiled.
She nodded her head. She smiled at the treats.
"Care to join?" He popped off the lid to the cake.
She nodded her head. She took a slice a of cake.
Daemon cut himself a big slice and and dug in, getting chocolate frosting all over his face.
She found a some paper and wrote. 'Can you cut me a piece please.'
Daemon smiled, "yeah." He took the knife and cut her a piece and put it on a plate and gave it to her.
She smiled and wrote 'thank you'
"No problem," he said. "How's your throat doing?"
She wrote.'nothing's wrong with it.'
'Haven't spoken in five days. They gave me tons of medicine supposedly I'm suicidal'
The doctor came in. "Let's have one last therapy session with your friend maybe you will speak." The doctor said,
"So why were you here why did you want to die." He asked.She looked down blocking it out.
"I-I don't think that she wants to answer that," daemon said to the doctor, covering for her.
"We know she hasn't said a word to anybody as along as she has been here."
"No we don't." He said. "Abbie listen we won't help why did you want to die." He repeated.
"Can you please answer the question?" daemon asked gently, giving her hand a little squeeze
She didn't say anything. When he squeezed her hand. Tears came out of her eyes. It made her realize that he wasn't hers.
"Please tell us what's wrong." He said. She moved her hand away from his. She didn't look at the doctor or Daemon. He wasn't hers. She needed him. She didn't want anyone else but Daemon.
