I'm Not Enough For You

I walked out of the venue after the concert. I was with CC and Ashley. We laughed and talk while we waited for everything to be unloaded from the venue. I pulled out a cigarette when I noticed a girl on the bridge. Holy shit. There's fucking blood everywhere.
I ran towards her hearing Ashley say,
"Dude, where are you going? Oh shit!" He was almost as scared as I was.
The bus honked at us but didn't listen.
"Stop! Get Down!" I said to the girl.
I heard the thunder as the rain hit harder. I saw her arms, and her pants. Blood. It's just everywhere.
she was about to jump until I grabbed her legs. The rain came down even harder.
I sat her on my lap as CC and Ashley ran over.
"Stay with me. I know you can hear me. Come on..." I whispered to her.
Her eye was pretty black as if some one hit her hard. Cuts going up and down her pale arms. Her hair looked as if it were a red color, but I don't know for sure.
"Oh god. Go get help Ashley!"
"Alright. Ill be right back." he said running towards the tour bus. I heard fans screaming, asking if she was okay.
I didn't even know myself.
The ambulance arrives minutes later. I stayed with her, holding her hand the entire time.
Who was she? What happened to her? It looked like she had been crying pretty bad.
*skipping to the hospital*
I sat in the waiting room with the band. I was actually on the floor, my elbows n my knees, crying. I felt so bad for her. I know people get suicidal. But I never actually witnessed it. It scared me. I didn't want her to die.
I don't even know her. She probably doesn't even know me. What if she hates me? And my job, and rock n roll? That wasn't the problem right now though.
I saw the doctor and got up immediately.
"Is she alright?" I said with my swollen eyes from crying for the past few hours.
"Her eye was badly swollen, we managed to get that down a bit. The cuts weren't too deep but a few were. We sewed the up. Who ever hit her, hit her pretty hard. Her fist had a few glass shards in them as well as busted knuckles. Same thing with her cuts. But we did what we could and she should heal up well, but no telling when she'll wake up."
"Can I go see her?"
"Of course." he nodded.
I walked in there to see her. She was so beautiful. I sat next to her in a chair and held her hand.
"I don't know if you can hear me. But if you can. Im Andy. You're so beautiful.. Whats your name?" I looked over at the clip board.
"Lilianna June Cameron. July 6th, 1995. 18 years of age.."
I looked at her. Her body. Her hair. Her face. Everything. She was beautiful.
I turned on the tv and layed down on the sofa in the room. I wanna be here when she wakes up.

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