Story Of My Life (Kenshley)

I'm So Sorry

WELL, THIS STORY WENT FROM BAD TO WORSE HUH?! DONT WORRY, THIS WILL GO ALL THE WAY TO HELL THEN BAM! RIGHT BACK UP TO HEAVEN. BUT ADMIT IT, EVERY PEREFCT COUPLE HAS TO HAS ITS ISSUES.

AND TO THE PEOPLE I KNOW, DONT WORRY, IT WILL GET BETTER!

Ashley's POV:

I was wringing my hands. Pacing my room. Everything was going down, Kendrick, Marcie, Dylan, Dad.

I was almost considering stabbing myself. But I couldn't get my self to leave. So I just had my razor. The worthless thing cant stab me and make me die a quick death.

But I wasn't into sliting my wrists.

I took the tiny thing out, and studied it. It was sharp, and the door was locked. Good, that's good.

I put it to my skin, and pressed. It hurt, but my pain from inside pushed me harder. I did different parts, tell it was up my arm. It was almost carving something into the skin.

"Death" I realized I spelled that. Blood was pouring out like crazy and I felt light head. I hard something turn, and a voice, but I fell, and blackness consumed me.

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I woke in the hospital, and cops stood above me. "Please! She's all I have left!" I heard Niger Carol beg.

"Well apparently you can't take care of her as well as I did." range surged trough my body.

"Are you kidding me!?" I growled, staring at Melissa. She gave me a glare, but I returned it.

"Screw you Mellisa, you're the whole reason out family is broken, you're the whole reason I'm here again. So screw you, and go to hell."

The room was quite. If Marcie was here She would be giggling. But it was silent.

"Well, I guess the child gets to decide." One of the cops sighed, and looked at his notepad.

"Mother Carol." I said without hesitating. Melissa scoffed, " You're really going to let her choose?"

"Shush. You've done enough." Mother Carol snapped.

I was starting to fade away again.

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I awoke to dark blue eyes, that glared at me with more of a regret then pity.

"Marcie?"

She smiled, "Couldnt really stay away." I shot up.

"Where's Kendrick!?"

"Well, let's say you weren't the only one to almost die today." My eyes widened in understanding.

He tried again. He tried, and look where he ended up.

Kendrick's POV:

I stared at the wall. I was in physical and emotional pain. Crashing my bike wasn't such a good idea. But everyone seems to believe my story. Except Marcie.

Gosh that girl knew everything.

She was walking in when I was considering jumping from the window.

"Guess who's in here to."

"Don't care."

"Ashley, you twat."

"Oh no, why don't she cry to Dylan." I growled. Marcie sighed.

"Dude, she has no feeling for him, how many times do I have to say that! She loves you, and only you!"

"Say that when you SEE THE TWO KISSING IN FRONT OF YOU!" I yelled, and threw something at Marcie.

She yelped as it hit her.

"It was Dylan's fault." She choked. Oh gosh, why do I have to screw things up.

"I didn't look like that from my Point of View." I snapped.

"Okay, fine, believe whatever you want." she left then, and I was left by myself.

Marcie's POV:

Screw this. The two where complete drama queens. I was just trying to help. But Ashley just asks me to leave and Kendrick throws a friggin BOWL AT ME!

Dammit, it still hurt. Alex was standing at the end of the hallway, and she knew we came here for nothing. Hugging her, she sighed.

"You can't always fix these kinda things, dear."

"But I can try."

My head snapped up. "Bingo."

Ashley's POV:

I was limping out of the Hospital soon enough, and then sitting on my bed. Being watched carefully by my mom. It rained. All day. And into tomorrow.

Sunday, I woke up to Marcie inviting me to lunch at her apartment.

She apologized so quickly, it's almost strange. Like she was up to something.

I walked down the streets, my umbrella covering me. I smashed the doorbell, and Marcie answered seconds later.

"Welcome Ash." I knew something was messed up as I stepped in, and saw him, sitting on the bar stool. He looked at the ground, and sighed.

Why didn't I run away? Why did I sit down next to him?

Why am I here? And why's he here?