Troublemaker

19. SELF-SET

Lonely. Lovely. It was lonely, but to Ashton, it seemed quite lovely. But now there was a point in living, to prove a murder, it was more lonely than lovely. It was one of those moments where you're desperate enough to just let go.

"Wasn't that- Wasn't that Ashton's car?" Jayce asked, although she didn't know who she was asking.

She saw a car slip from the edge, and into the deep woods, and she didn't know if her eyes were seeing things correctly or not. But as things would've said, there's always an answer to a question.

She went out of the graveyard, and went to where she saw the car go down the cliff. Everyone else didn't notice, they were far too occupied with everything else going on.

A few people assembled near the place where it crashed, and Jayce joined in the middle of the crowd to see what car rolled over.

From the corner of her eye, she knew which car it was. A jeep that definitely belonged to Ashton. And it was one of those times where you tried to fight what you already knew by what you thought.

It wasn't really worrying, it was more of actually being anxious.

"Ash!" Jayce called out, and obviously there was no answer.

She was insane, everyone knew that, and it was proven to everyone when she slid down the steep cliff filled with fallen leaves, to right beside where Ashton jeep was, and everything was messed up.

"Excuse me, miss! Come back up!" a lot of people yelled.

"Jayce!" a voice called her u from above, and Jasmine had followed her from the funeral, "That's Ashton's car," she realized in a heartbeat. Everyone had called the ambulance while she turned around and went back to the funeral to tell the rest.

"I think-" Jasmine called out to Dave who was the nearest to her at that moment, "I think there's been a car crash and I think it's Ashton, and Jayce is there too,"

Dave furrowed in shock, "What?"

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"Ashton," Jayce walked towards the car, avoiding the glass pieces and the broken car parts around it.

The boy was upside down in the car, bleeding from his head.

She wasn't supposed to be staggered, but it was one of those moments where your heart sank, hoping for some sort of miracle to happen. She slid inside the car, and checked his pulse and breath. Weak but it could be handled.

"Is an ambulance coming close?" she asked, yelling to the crowd above.

"Jayce, is it really Ashton?" another person yelled. Jaxon, shivering and trembling.

"Yes, it is him," she replied as she slid into the car more and tried to see where else he was injured.

Luck, Jayce thought, he was wearing a seatbelt.

She went over to his head and took out her phone to check his pupils.

"Dilated pupils and a head trauma," she concluded, "He needs a CT asap,"

Ashton wanted to die when he found the purpose of life, and Jayce wanted to live when she found the purpose of death. And she had decided that he wasn't dying today.

She needed to get him out anyhow, if the ambulance wasn't coming soon. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw something drop to the gas tank. A lit match.

In a split second, she looked above, trying to see who would've lit up a match and dropped it to the car tank. No one was holding a lighter or a match.

But no, that wasn't important. Ashton was.