Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
I've been starring at the ceiling for three hours. Unable to sleep. Unable to think about something other than the sight of his body hanging over his bedroom floor. The look he had on his face before we got him down. The look on his face when he woke up. This all happened around the same days I was having the dream about people finding me dead.
Why? Why did he have to do it? It just proves the fact that everyone would be sad if I did it. Dylan wouldn't know how to deal with it. Janet wouldn't either. And I'm pretty sure that the guys would be sad and also the girls. But Grayson....I'm not sure how he'll feel. Would he take his life? Would he even care? Or would he move passed it and continue with his life.
Why did he do it? Why now? Why ever? Was it because of me? Or did something else happen? Was it over what Rebecca did? Why didn't he say anything? Or he probably tried to tell me but I didn't let him.
I let out a long sigh and got out of bed. I looked at my alarm clock and seen that it was almost four thirty. I went to my closet and picked out an outfit. I went to the bathroom and took a thirty minute shower. Most of which I spent doing nothing but taking in the warmth of the hot water. Once I was done I got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I brushed my teeth and then I dried off my body. I put on my outfit:
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I did my hair and did the other things I had to do and walked out the bathroom. I grabbed my sketchbook and my phone and AirPods and walked out my room. I locked the door and made my way to the staircase.
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I took in the fresh air. The cold air hitting my face. I knew I could probably get sick but I didn't care. I just sat there.
"Ash?" I heard someone say.
I turned to see Roman with a sad expression on his face. He walked over to me and sat down. He let out a sigh and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"I can't stop thinking about it," I said.
"Same here," he said.
"I'm sorry I walked out on you yesterday," I said.
"Don't apologize. I shouldn't have pushed you into talking about it," he said.
"No. I was being inconsiderate towards your feelings. We were both there and we should be there for each other to get through this. So yes, I'm really sorry I walked out on you. Especially since you're closer to him than me," I frowned.
