Alisha:
I returned to my stable body, I think and began to control my actions. First, fluttering my eyes open, then attempting to speak.
"August" I croaked.
He looked up from my hand and gasped in shock .
"Alisha! Are you seriously awake?" He questioned, astounded.
"Yeah" I giggled.
Before I could further process this situation, August had already leaned in for a kiss, in which I gave him.
"I missed you" he said after pulling away.
"I wasn't gone for that long was I?" I asked, laughing a little to myself.
"For like a couple of hours, but it felt like an eternity..." He trailed off, looking into my eyes.
I leaned in to peck his lips and spoke.
"I'm not going anywhere" I smiled reassuringly.
He grinned and hugged me tightly, causing a mass of pain to come about.
"Ahh" I groaned, pain masking my voice.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Lisha" he apologized in a panic.
I nodded in response and clasped on to the bandaged bullet wound located on the side of my abdomen.
"I'm gonna go grab some food. Want any?" He asked.
I shook my head no and closed my eyes.
"Oh yeah, I need to go let them know that you're up." He snapped.
"Wait, NO!" I semi-yelled.
"Why not?" He asked cautiously.
"Because they'll probe me and treat me like an experiment. No thanks. And plus, I really hate needles. They hurt so bad!" I groaned.
Justice:
I got up out of the chair, pulling myself together and heading out of the front entrance in hopes of finding Chris.
To my luck, I did find him. He was sitting on a bench on the far right corner of the hospital's patio, staring at ten ground.
Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard before approaching him is what I did.
Once I made it over to him, he remained staring at whatever he's been looking at before.
"Chris" I started, softly.
"Why are you here?" He asked with an attitude .
"I'm sorry about what I said. In all actu-" I tried explaining.
"No. Save it. I don't need your pity story. It's over and done with. So, shut up." He spat, rising to his feet.
"Now if you'll excuse me" he smirked, bumping past me and walking back into the hospital.
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Where it all started
Short Story"Hey my name is Ciara Brown and I am an alcoholic" I admitted, looking down at my hands. "I'm August Alsina and I'm a drug addict" he proposed, putting air quotes up when he said the words 'drug addict' "Chris Brown, sex addict", he labeled himself...
