zach

CH 29

oh my god guys im so sorry I haven't been writing lately I've been so busy ok well here you go I hope this makes things up.

***ASHLEYS POV***
Fuck, my life is a shit hole. I keep waking up in different places, but they all look the same. Just me waking up next to a bunch of bodies and drugs, fuck is this how my life is always gonna be like? I'm so fucking lonely. I shouldn't even complain to be honest I did this to myself. I could turn my life around if I really wanted to, but I guess deep down I don't want to, shit man how fucked up is that?

I looked down at my arms and saw that my veins were black, "shit", I thought maybe I got tetanus or some shit. I brushed it off and woke someone up next to me to ask what it was. They said I should go to the hospital just in case it was an infection. I didn't feel like going, I kinda wanted to go back to sleep, so I took a shit ton of sleeping pills and fell back on the old, dirty floor.

***LUXS POV***
"HOLY SHIT ZACH WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU OH MY GOD!" I screamed out as I saw Zach lying on the floor with vomit all around him. This whole Ashley thing really fucked him up good, I mean who would've thought that he would try to kill himself ?

"Zach, Zach come on wake the fuck up," I said while I tried to awake him up from this nightmare, he wouldn't budge so I called the ambulance.

As the ambulance pulled up a dark man with strong, icy eyes came out of the van.

"Has Zach had any mental illness problems in the past?" the paramedic asked me.

"No, I mean he was into drugs but he never wanted to off himself," i said assured. I mean he never seemed suicidal or distant.

"Okay well we should be going now," the cold man said, he acted like he saw this shit on a daily basis and didn't even care whether Zach lived or died.

"Ok." is all I could say, God I was so fucking pissed at Ashley. She's so god damn selfish, but I guess that's what happens when you stop feeling.

***ZACHS POV***
I woke up in the hospital with Lux right beside me. I had a pounding headache and I couldn't breath properly. My body was sore from hitting the bathroom floor. To be quite honest, I don't really see a point in living anymore, I don't have anything left to loose but myself. Lately I've just been numbing myself with a bunch of drugs and one night stands, I wonder if Ashleys doing the same, wow I wonder how she's doing I haven't seen her in 5 months.

***ASHLEYS POV***
I woke up and listened to my voicemail and I couldn't stop fucking crying, no matter what I did the tears wouldn't stop falling. I sniffed some coke; still crying, smoked some pot; still fucking bawling. I can't fucking believe that Zach tried to kill himself, this isn't fair, nothing in this world is fucking fair. I'm supposed to be the shit person who doesn't give a fuck about her surroundings, not him.

I went around the place I was staying at so find some decent clothes to wear after my shower. I looked in the mirror to examine myself and I was a fucking skeleton. My arms paper thin and my cheeks were shallow and hollow. My grey eyes bulged out of my head and my veins were all different sorts of colors lining up my body. I finally found a dress that was extremely loose on me but it did the trick. I grabbed my keys and got in my old Malibu Chevy (which surprisingly I still have) and drove off to Newbury Hospital.