~•𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉☾︎《𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝑮. × 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓》

¹☆~Normal life

Tw: slight drug usage, talk of self harm

Ashies pov

I woke up around 12, I had stayed up late editing my "Clean my house with me but I'm high" video I had filmed a few days back. I left my bed room and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine. Shower, skincare all of that stuff.

I lived alone in a rather big house. A two story house made for a family of 4. My grandparents owned it and once they moved to Florida decided let me have it.

I had completely remodeled it, new kitchen, new bathrooms, new everything. And after that I bought tons of decorations that matched my asethetic. My house was my comfort spot.

After hours of doing nothing but being on my phone scrolling I decide to take a walk. There was a park, a skatepark, and some tunnles near my house. I decided that would be my destination.

The tunnles. It was a well known spot but at the same time it wasnt. It was very calm and quiet there. Inside the tunnles it was cool and echoey. A very nice place for a date I always thought.

The only people who you would run into at the tunnles and skatepark were tired teenagers hoping to get high but occasionally there was the obnoxious group of elementary kids thinking they owned the place.

I contemplated bringing my board. I haven't skated in awhile so I dediced that I would. I grabbed THE backpack and headed on my way.

I put in my airpods and skated to the park.
   
   

Currently playing: Cherry Waves, Deftones
 

 
   
I stepped off of my board and picked it up, you had to walk the rest of the way since it was dirt. There was no one there.

"Perfect" I think

I decended the steep hill leading up to the tunnles. There were two the big one that I could stand up in and the smaller one, the one where you had to slightly crouch.

I climb over the concrete wall and landed on the soft moist sand. I struggled to walk on the sand since it wasn't compacted. I looked around to make sure there wasnt anyone there. The was empty spray paint cans, empty paint bottles, destroyed paint brushes, and a ton of other shit scattered everywhere.

I look at all the graffiti. I look around for the things I had done. The may pentagrams and dicks I painted, the stars and the song lyrics I had painted.

I took a minute to look around for any new stuff. I spotted a few

"666" one read
"1111" the one beside it read
Another one read "Now you SUCK"

I recognize that one from TV Girl.

The last new one read "G59 untill the grave"

I make my way to the entrance of the tunnle. I picked up a rock and threw it into the tunnel, it make a loud bang that echoed. I did that to make sure nothing was in there. I step on the rusty yellow shopping cart that was there to act as a stepping stone to get over the musty water.

I sat there in the tunnle for a bit my back against the cold curved concrete. I read the spray painted words written on the wall across me

"If yo dick hurt you beat it to hard" it read.

Me and my friend Jake Webber had done that a few months back.

I turn off bluetooth and turn the volume on my phone up so it echoed in the tunnles