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WEEK THREE.
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Ashlyn sat up in bed, wincing at the pain when she opened her eyes.
She covered her eyes with her hand, squinting and reaching to her lamp, turning the lights off.
She opened her eyes, sighing.
She felt something move next to her, and looked to her side.
There was nothing there.
..weird.
She yawned, and checked her phone.
It was 9 am.
She groaned.
She didn't feel like going to school at all, so she decided to just, well, not.
There was alot of freedom knowing that her parents felt bad enough for her to let her stay in her room 90% of the time.
Of course, there wasnt much that was ideal about her life.
Well, actually, correction, nothing was ideal abt her life.
She layed back down and turned over onto her side, groggily just laying there.
That was one of the only things she could do at this point.
She felt useless.
She was useless.
There was nothing she could do about it, too.
She looked at her nightstand, her eyes slowly trailing to the picture of her and Logan.
She felt tears start trickling down her face.
Out of everyone She had lost, she definitely missed logan the most.
He was her brother.
They had been there for eachother since they were little.
well--
not completely little. Around the age of 13.
Seeing him hanging from the ceiling completely broke her.
Nobody knew how much she had cried the weeks after his death.
God, she really wishes she had opened up to them before they all.. well..
Died.
She wiped her eyes, and reached her hand to the photo.
She grabbed the photo frame, and pulled it to her.
She stared at it, sighing.
The memory was supposed to be happy.
She sobbed slightly, trying to hold back the flood of tears welling in her eyes.
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Fanficthis is a school bus graveyard AU I made where after tylers death, it began a chain of deaths until it was only down to a very guilty feeling ashlyn. she believes it was her fault for swerving the car and starting the chain of losing everything she...
