Story Of My Life (Kenshley)

Just the beginning

Ashley's POV part 2:

"Once there was a girl, she was very hurt.

Listen to her song, the song of hurt and love.

Listen to her cry, watch her bleed and die."

The chant went on and on. I screamed, trying to make it stop. A figure appeared in front of me. I looked up and gasped as Melisa stood in front of me. "He's going to leave you. You worthless, ugly, slave!"

She kicked me and the song started to play. I started crying, this was all to much. Dylan's ugly face appeared and he was helping me up. A worried expression was there.

He picked me up, and sat me down on a couch. "Are you okay?" He touched my forehead and a screaming pain scratched where he touched me. Screaming a shoved him away.

He was surprised and grabbed both my arms, cutting my arms. I scream as the pain is unbearable and almost pass out. But I don't. I deal with pain and just scream.

Dylan then traces his hands along my arms and I try to pull away. Someone grabs me, and pushes me down on the couch. "STOP IT! LET ME GO!"

"How does it feel to be the victim, how does it feel to be worthless!?" Kendrick was whispering all this.

Tears streamed down my face as he let me go, and I collapsed to the ground where the couch was moments ago.

Marcie stares at me with cold hatred. "You, you are nothing anymore. He's going to leave you. And when he does, don't come running to me. I won't help. I'll laugh and watch you cry."

She screams something I thought she would never say, "YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED YOUR DAD! YOURE THE ONE WHO HURT ME! JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! YOU ARE A WASTE OF AIR, AND YOU NEED TO DIE!"

I awoke screaming. I was so terrified that when mom came in I screamed louder.

I couldn't stop for a good ten minutes. Clawing at my hair and trying to get the out of my head. But no. Marcie was the one who scared me more. I loved her and losing her would be horrible.

Losing anyone would kill me.

Mom called Marcie eventually when Nikki started showing up and trying to calm me down.

Marcie's POV:

Bolting into the house with only a pair of shorts and a jacket, I run to her room, and throw the door open. She's screaming quiet loudly and shaking. I run to her and give her the biggest hug I could offer.

She was wailing now and tears came down in huge drops. "It's okay, it's just a dream." Ashley shook her head, and sniffles, "I need to see him."

I nod, and pull me phone out.

Kendrick's POV:

My phone rings and I bolt up right. I was slumped on the floor drawing, I always got lost when I drew.

I grabbed it and answered it. "What goes on?"

"come over to Ashley's house now."

I put my stuff aside, "Why?"

"Just get over here!"

Im walking out the door already.

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I walk to the door, and before I could knock Marcie threw the door open. "Good!" she dragged me in and down a hallway. Opening a door, Ashley sat trembling in her room.

For some reason Dylan surfaces and a hate surges through me. But she looked terrified, so I shove it away, and kindle it away for later. Marcie shoves me and then walks out yelling,

"IM LEAVING!" With a slam of the door.

Ashley coughs and looks at me.

"So Uh, how's it been?" I ask awkwardly.

She gets up and hugs me tightly. And she doesn't let go for another fifteen minitues.

Ashley's POV:

I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling, watching the dancing light. He left a while ago but I felt like I needed someone's company.

I get up and creep to Nikki's and Carlin's room. Slowly, lowering myself onto Carolin's huge cot, I fall asleep, and nothing chased me for that night.

Marcie's POV:

Kendrick showed up to early.

"MARCIE GET UP, WE GOTTA TALK!"

The event with Ashley really shook me, and then of all the songs, Kendrick's starts Superman by Daughtery.

"She's waiting for Superman to pick, her up," I wanted to punch him.

"I'm COMING!"

I slump down the stairs and glare at him, he was stirring some coffee, and was pour a bit of Beer in it.

"Oi, just cause I can't drink doesn't mean you can."

He waves me off and starts sipping it. Kendrick must be in a bad spot, because beer in coffee? You only did that if you where done with life.

I collapsed on the bar stool and glared at him.

"So, tell me about Dylan Langrave . . ."

"OH MY GOD!"

Ashleys POV:

I sat in the green covered grass with boredom. Nikki and her friends where meeting up and I was somehow dragged along. Someone tapped me, and I looked up into the dark eyes of Dylan.

He sat down next to me and smiled. Not a creepy one, just a plain one.

"Hello Ashley." I wave awkwardly.

"Nice day, huh?"

"Sure is." I nod, and pull some grass out of the ground.

"So, wheres your boyfriend?"

"Not here." I say slowly.

"Why do you like him anyway? He's a jerk and hates everyone." Dylan snapped.

"Unlike me, I love every new stranger and child."

And with that a ball came flying at us, hitting Dylan hard in the face.

"SORRY SIR!"

Dylan tossed the ball into a patch if burrs, "GO PLAY WHERE YOU WOULDN'T BUG SOMEONE, YOU USELESS KIDS!"

I sigh, and stand up. "I'm going to go."

"Oh please don't!" He jumped up, and walked by me.

"Dude, your kinda stalking me." I snap, and try to find Nikki.

He grabs my arm and I panicked, "If he breaks your heart, I'm free."

I tug away, and leave with a huff.

That was to much like my dream. To much.