It’s a sunny day outside, the birds are chirping, the kids are running around laughing. But yet here I am inside in a cold sterile hospital, here to see my angel. No matter how many times I come here to see him it never gets any better, the same white walls , the same metal bars, the same buzzer noises , everything the same as always.

I’ve forgotten what a normal day is besides work, I work get some sleep and come here to my crazy angel and it’s my entire fault that he’s here. I loved him with my entire heart and I would have done anything and everything for him.

I walked through the same metal bar doors as I always do , going through the metal detectors , taking off anything sharp that you could hurt yourself with, I always feel so naked without my belts and bracelets on , it just didn’t feel right to me.

As normal the nurse told me what room my angel is in and let me go in on my own. He never really moves from the same position, sitting up at the window but today he was sitting in the middle of his bed. He looks so gorgeous in all white with his big matted black hair, so cute so adorable….that’s my angel.

I slowly walked up to him and knelt in front of him.

‘Hey my angels how are you?

It’s the same response every time which is no response, I wish my angel would open up to me again, I miss hearing his voice, hearing him say my name in that sweet voice.

‘Andy…angel?

Still no response from him.

‘Andy I bought you a little teddy…so you wouldn’t be so lonely at night without me’

I gently touch his face, his cheek is so cold but he doesn’t even move an inch towards me or away from me. I gently brush his hair from his face and I see his eyes slowly look up at me, those beautiful gorgeous bright blue eyes , anyone would get lost in those orbs, I can see how girls fall in love with my angel so easily but I don’t blame them because the same thing happened to me.

‘Andy? Please talk to me…if you talk they may even think about letting you come home’

I gently grab his hands and run my thumbs over them and up his wrist rubbing gently where the scars are, they are still so red and scabby , I remember the day he made them, I thought I had lost him for good when I found him , I had never cried so much in my life until that day, my angel…I almost lost my angel that night, still not knowing why he did it at all but I guarantee it was my fault, I probably didn’t give him enough love like I should have and I m so ashamed of myself for it.
My name is Ashley Purdy and I love my crazy angel…