Story Of My Life (Kenshley)

Blood . . .

A/N this is just gonna be a small chapter because SOMONE wants me to tell you guys why she lunged at the drawer. Okay here we go.

Ashley's POV:

I lunge at the drawer. Throwing the thing open the silver blade glint from the moon coming from the window. I snatch it up, tears start falling more. I hold it up and study it.

The brown hilt with the carving in the design. The fox face was fading in and out if focus from the tears. With hesitating movements, I put the sharp edge to my arm, just above my vain.

Cutting into the skin, blood starting to show and pain squeezed my arm. Tears fell more quickly. I keep going. All the way up my arm. It hurts. Like fire.

But I can't feel the pain anymore. Warmth rushed through my body, and I gulped. Too close. I pulled the knife away. The new cuts dripping with blood. Too close.

My vision swims and I don't realise I unlocked the door. I backed up, my sight was blacking out. I scream so hard it hurts. And I fall, my head hits something.

Which doesn't help because I'm out, gone like a light. And all I remember is my mom yelling to call an ambulance.

Marcie's POV:

I tap away at my tablet. The story I was righting on Wattpad was coming along well. I got a sudden message from my Aunt Carole. Strange.

I almost scream when I read what it's says.

Aunty Carole:

Marcie, Ashley tried again. This time it's bad. Can you come down to the hospital?

Marcie Hammon:

I'm on my way.

I bolt up the stairs, leaving my shoes, and jump into my car. Starting it up, I slam the gas and bolt out of the driveway. Not again. I thought those things STOPPED! Dammit Ashley.

Kendrick . . .