Now you can say you know me. (a y/n and ashtray story)

y/n's story.

Drugs. Death. Love.
These are the things most affecting y/n's life right now, but the things that 'affected' her life are much worse.

You wake up sweating and panting.
Ash wakes up to your panic, "y/n? y/n breath".
But you still have your eyes shut as if your still dreaming, as if your in another world. With your mind still racing on with its whispers, you shout at the film playing in your mind.
"stop! please make it stop! it hurts i don't wanna die! get off me please!" you shout sobbing.
Ash starts to shake you, "y/n wake up it's me, it's ash".
You wake up crying, still shaking, then leaping to hug him tightly. Crying into his shoulder.
"it's okay, it's okay. Your safe with me" ash stays stroking your hair.
"ash theres soemthing- something i need to talk to you about but please- please don't do anything stupid" you sob into his jumper.
Ash pulls you away from him and looks at you worried or angry, "who hurt you y/n".

January 31st 2016.
Y/N's 8th birthday.
Y/n didn't have birthday parties, her mum was broke and her dad in prison, the only thing she ever asked for was to see the fireworks with her mum every year. So that's what they did, every year. Until she was 8.
Y/n's mum was on the phone, she seemed agitated or wound-up, but she just looked into the sky as it lit up with colours and sparks or fireworks.

y/n's mum taps y/n on the shoulder, "i'm just going to the toilets over there honey, wait here okay?".
She nodded and looked back up into the sky as time flew past, 10 minutes later and she still wasn't back.
Y/n got worried and started walking over to the toilets where her mum claimed to be, where she see's her mum.. with a man? but this wasn't any normal conversation, her mum was shaking with a gun being brought to her head.
"mommy?" y/n says silently.
She didn't see, but she heard three shots go off that night. The three that hit her mum.