Casy POV
Ever since I'd started to write and visit Ed our friendship grew again. I had the feeling she was just using me but it was nice to pretend that wasn't what was happening. I pretended that she actually liked me. That she was my best friend again. Just like when we were kids.
She would smile at me (even if it was fake) and I would smile back. I'd tell her about things outside and she'd tell me her condition. We both knew she'd be out before she was okay. Hell, we both knew she'd probably never be normal again. I didn't care. I knew she could get better. She would never be the same but she could get better. I know it.
I always brought a bag with me on my visits. I'd always bring a game, book, etc. Different things we could do. It was fun. Sometimes I brought my sketchbook and wound draw for her. We'd even go through my sketchbook. If she was lucky I'd bring my old cring- I mean drawings. She says I'm good. I blushed so hard when she told me that. She liked my art and it made me happy.
But I could tell she was getting more antsy with every visit. She wanted to get out. I still hadn't thought of a plan to get her out yet. I was keeping her at bay with the matches but I kept having to give her more. It wouldn't be long till we were found out.
I thought about this a lot during the weeks. I was starting to lose sleep cause I was thinking so much. I think my friends were starting to notice.
One time I actually felt asleep in class. I was woken up by shaking. I shot up and looked at who shook me. "Are you okay?" Hannah asked me. I rubbed my eyes.
"Yeah just sleep deprivation. Art class has been a bitch on my sleep schedule..." I said with a yawn.
"Are you sure it's not just you thinking about that girl you like~" she teased. I face went red.
"What! No!" I yelled quietly.
"You've been doodling her for weeks," she pointed out.
"N-no I haven't!" She takes my notebook off my desk
"Hey!" I said. I tried to take it back but she opened it to a page in the notebook.
"Oh look doodles of that girl you like!" She said. She pointed to the sketch.
"And on this page and the next one and this one too," she flipped through my notebook. I snatched it back.
"Yeah yeah I get it," I sighed.
"You must really like her," she said.
"I guess," I muttered.
"Cause your face is bright red right now," she teased.
"Oh shut up!" I smacked her arm lightly. She giggled.
"So you still like her after everything she did?" She asked.
"Yes...she's not a bad person I know that..." I said. I was trying to convince myself not her really.
"Okay Casy. Just be careful okay. I don't want my bestie getting hurt. Cause if she hurts you I'll have to beat the shit out of her," I joked or at least I think she did.
"I'll be fine. She's my friend," I said. I rested my face in my hand. She wouldn't hurt me...right.
I made sure not to fall asleep in class the rest of the week. Hannah was still a little worried about me sleeping. She joked she'd have to drug me to get me to sleep. I laughed like I usually would but that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I had so much on my mind I couldn't sleep. I had no plans to help Ed escape and my school work was stacking up. I was getting really panicked.
Before I knew it it was time for my next visit. This would be my fifth visit. I got my things ready for it and started over to the hospital. I got there. I walked in and was taken to the room me and Ed normally talked in. It wasn't long till she was brought in. She sat in front of me. She gave me that small smile she wore when she was with me. It made my heart jump a little. She was really pretty when she smiled even if it was fake.
"Hello Casy," she said.
"Hello Ed," I said behind my smile.
"How have you been?" She asked.
"Sleepy. I've been thinking about a lot,"
"About?" She questioned.
"Just school and you and other shit," I sighed. She patted my shoulder.
"I know it's hard," I blushed at her touch.
"Still thank you for making an effort to visit me," her words were so forced. I knew everything she said was just part of her act. Still it was nice to hear those words.
"O-of course. I can't let you get bored or lonely," I replied. I have her a smile.
"So how are you?" I asked.
"Better. I hope to get out soon. They said I've made progress,"
"Gee I wonder why," I thought to myself.
"That's great," I said. Is every time we meet just this staged thing so I can give her what she wants? I feels like that. She gives me that false smile again.
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After about an hour or so I checked the time. Visiting time is almost over. "Oh look at the time I better leave," I said.
"So soon?" She said.
"I'll be back soon okay?" I slipped my hand into hers. I had her matches in the palm of my hand. I transferred them to her hand and she folded them behind her bangs.
"Okay thank you," it was more so a thank you for the matches not for my visits. She was lead out of the room and I was lead to the front of the hospital. I walked out of the sad place and back to my car. I sighed. These visits were fun but they were so emotional taxing. She was such a good actor but I knew it was an act. It made me a little sad. I tried to tell myself it wasn't and that she enjoyed my visits. My better judgement still knew the truth.
I started the car trying not to think about it. Too bad it's always on my mind...she's always on my mind. I pushed the thoughts aside as much as I could. I drove back home and stepped out of the car. I quietly went upstairs so my parents didn't hear me. I got to my room and slammed onto my bed.
"She was getting better. I knew it. I was helping." I told myself this over and over but it was hard to believe. I shoved my face into my pillow sighing loudly. I'm not going to think about this. I have homework to do anyways.