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...
Swing after swing. Punch after punch. Crack. The amount of anger in me began to build up by the second. My vision blurred but I continued to punch. Crack.
"Ash stop!" I heard someone else yell.
I kept feeling people trying to pull me away. I didn't care. I kept hitting his face.
"Ash!"
You made me like this. You did this to me. You deserve to die. YOU DESERVE TO DIE!
***********Earlier today************
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I turned it off and got out of bed. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While I waited for the water to heat up I brushed my teeth and used the restroom. Once I was done I got undressed and took a good 15 minute shower.
Once I was done I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked over to my closet and picked this out:
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I put on a pair of docs to go with it. I did my hair and then I put on a bit of makeup. I took care of my hygiene. Grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.
"Oh umm...hi," I said.
"Hi."
I awkwardly closed my door and locked it. I then turned back around and look at him. I noticed the bruises on his neck showing and I looked down.
"If you want...I...I can cover those up," I said.
"Oh."
He quickly zipped up his jacket and looked away. I just kept looking at my feet. I didn't know whether to leave or not.
"Umm....you'd have to use makeup or paint?" He asked.
"Makeup."
"Oh...okay. Right here?" He asked.
"Umm...I'm not sure. We could go to Roman's room," I said.
"What if Gabriel is there?" He asked.
"Right....umm...well imma go back into my room to get the makeup. I'll be right back."
I opened my room and walked in and closed the door. I grabbed the makeup and walked back out. He looked up and took off his jacket. I slowly walked up to him and took out the stuff I needed.
"Umm...it'll probably be a little cold," I said.
He nodded. I got closer to him and we were only inches away from each other. It felt....wrong. I hated every second of it. I quickly covered the bruises and backed away.
