Ashley Moore. Damn was she in for a rollercoaster. A neglectful mother. A (mostly) absent father. Immature friends. A strange girl with a tattoo and powers. Confusing feelings for her best friend. Not to mention her other best friend is missing and...
"If the ocean's not enough, nor am I Rollin' in, I feel a dark swell Crawlin' up the skin of my spine"
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It was 4:30 in the morning. It was fucking 4:30 in the morning. Giving up at falling back asleep Ashley kicked the blankets off of her. As quietly as she could she opened the guest room door making her way to the basement. This was an often occurrence. She would wake up at the asscrack of dawn, give up on sleep, and head to her happy place.
Making it to the basement Ashley walked down the stairs using the handrail. She walked slow, pretending she was in a cliche movie. A string of curse words left her mouth as she rolled down the remaining stairs repeatedly hitting her face on the wood.
"Well that went just as I planned. Because that's how all movies go. They bruise up their face. Because that's so attractive. Fucking idiot."
Noticing a familiar feeling on her face she reached up and tentatively touched the spot right above her eyebrow. Seeing the crimson blood on her finger she muttered curse words.
Passing her desired destination she entered the bathroom. Looking in the mirror to assess how bad it was she decided that it just needed to be cleaned and have a bandaid put on it.
After the stinging sensation of the rubbing alcohol she put a fun patterned bandage on her forehead. She had bought some star Band-Aids for the Wheeler household because of how often she was injured. About half the time it was pure clumsiness. The other half was a mix of shit from others and self inflicted.
Sighing, she looks back up at the mirror, hoping she didn't wake anyone up. Slowly she made her way back to her happy space soaking in the feeling it gave her. She bent down grabbing a brand new canvas and set it on her easel. Preparing for hours of standing Ashley thought of what she wanted to do.
Ultimately she decided on painting what she felt. Yeah sure it sounds cliche but it was always calming.
While painting she hummed and slightly swayed. Painting how she felt wasn't very difficult. If she ever got stuck on what to do she would think of specific stuff that had happened to her. This time she focused on the several anxiety attacks she had experienced, the feeling of her brain racing and coming up with constant "what if"s, the feeling she got when she got another package from her dad. What she focused on most was the feeling of all of these things being in her mind at once, her brain hurting from all the different emotions and the ever growing to-do list.
Before she knew it she was looking towards the door to see Mike. "Hey Mike! I'm almost done with my painting. I'll be up for breakfast in a minute."
Turning back to her canvas she heard Mike grumbling. "How the fuck are you so energetic in the morning? It's 6:30 am."
"It might help that I've been up for 3 hours already."
"Shit 3 hours?! Ash if you fall asleep in class again Mr.Coleman will-"
