Casy POV
I slowly turned around to my window. I opened my blinds slowly. I looked at the figure outside my window. It looked back at me.
It was Ed. I jumped back a little.
"What the hell Ed!" I said. She rolled her eyes and pointed to the window. She wanted me to unlock it. I sighed and opened up my window.
"I repeat what. The. Hell!" I yelled. She put her hand over my mouth.
"Do you want your parents to hear you!" She whispered/yelled. I shook my head no.
She looked like a mess. Her arms were also covered in more burns then before. She smelled like smoke and gas.  She was covered in ash. She had a gash on the back of her head that was still bleeding.
She took her hand off my mouth. She folded some hair out of her eye. I looked at her more worried now.
"What happened to you?" I said my voice cracking a little.
"Nothing..." she lied.
"Liar! How'd you even get here?" I exclaimed. She put her finger to her lip reminding me to be quiet.
"It happened during the fire. And I recognized your car. I've been watching you for a few minutes now but I'm going to pass out," she whispered.
"Is it because of?" I asked as I pointed to her wound. She put her hand to it and nodded.
"We need to get you to a hospital! Why'd you leave there!" I said. My voice had grown in volume again and she shushed me.
"I'm not going back!" She whispered/yelled. I looked at her.
"Come on we have to get you help. I won't let them take you back okay. I promise," I said. She looked at me and sighed.
"Fine I'll trust you..." she said. She then snuck into my room through the window and landed on my bed. I dialed for an ambulance to come take her as she sat on my bed trying not to pass out.
"Hello," the lady on the other line said.
"Hello um my friend has a bad wound on the head and I think she may have concussion," I said trying to remain calm. She asked a few more things like where we were and stuff than we finished up.
"We'll send transportation quickly please keep her stable," she finished. The phone hung up and I looked down at Ed. She looked at the ceiling and sighs.
"So what really happened," I asked her.
"I did it..." she muttered with a smile. The smile looked unhinged and it gave me the creeps. I shuttered a bit.
"The hospital I'm guessing..." I said. She looked up at me like I wasn't meant to hear what she said.
"Yes..." she admitted. Than she snickered a little.
"And a little more..." she said in an ominous tone.
"Oh lord what did you do now?" I said with a sigh.
"You'll see..." she said with a giggle. I shuttered again.
"Ed your acting really weird...you okay?" I asked.
"I'm feeling great. My lungs are full of smoke and I smell like gas. Also I'm bleeding out of my fucking head and it hurts like a son of a bitch! Yes I'm just fine..." she yelled a little. I flinched back. She normally wouldn't yell at me or act like this. Maybe it's just her head injury that made it happen... Part of me says it's not but...I want to believe in Ed.
We are quiet for while. I had give her an ice pack and a towel to hold over her wound. She stills there quietly occasionally coughing due to the smoke she had inhaled. She looks at me as if she's about to say something than we here the ambulance outside. I watch as people quickly take Ed into the ambulance. I watch them drive off. I watched thinking to myself about what she had said to me...what more did she do? She already killed several people in the fire. Ed was starting to scare me. She's not like this, at least that's what I keep telling myself.
"She's not a monster. It's just the her addiction. She's getting better. She's my friend. She'll be fine," I keep telling myself. But I don't know if Ed could ever be fine. But I would help her be as fine as she could be.