The Tragic Story Of True Love

Hold Me And Never Let Go

Asher held his head on the door, and finally stopped crying. God how he wished he was at home in his warm comfy bed. He listened closely and thought he herd Merc walking around inside. He held his fist at the door and tapped lightly on it. Not loud enough to wake him up, but loud enough to be noticeable if they were awake. He instantly felt like a bother, and the voices and pain were back.

Merc stopped doing whatever it is he was doing and made his way to the door. He though he heard a knock, but wanted to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He looked through the glass and instantly recognized Ash's multicolored hair. "What is he doing here??" He whispered. He knows that AshER is at his door because of the way his hair is brushed upward, so it looks short.

He quickly opens the door to see how wounded Asher actually was. He picks him up gently in his arms and rushes him inside. Merc was in collage, training to be in the medical field, so he knew how to temporarily take care of him. "A-Asher?! What in the world happened?" He asked while lying him down on the couch and tried to stop the bleeding. "M-my father.... h-he beat me and threw me out.. I-it hurts Merc..." He breathed and tears slipped out of his eyes. Merc pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Hang ok Ash, I'll make it better, just you wait." He notices how Ash is fading in and out of reality. He prays to God that he is not too late.