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Alex's Pov

"Who are you, how do you know my name?" I say as Ashton and I walk upstairs.

"Hi, I'm Ashton. I'm dead. Wanna hook up?" He says. 

"Not up for it right now." I say. "How do you know my name?" I ask. 

"Your brother said it." He says. 

"Oh. Was that you that I saw a few days ago? Out my window." I ask.

"Yes. Was it creepy?" He says grinning. 

"Very." I say.

We talk for a few more hours and then he leaves. 

I look at the clock. 11:28. I walk into my bathroom and look in the mirror. I see a figure sit down on my bed. I pick up my hot curling iron, willing to shove it down anyone's throat if necessary.


"What's that for?" I hear a familiar voice.

I turn around. "God Dammit Ashton what the fuck?!" I say putting the curling iron down. "What?" He says sitting on the railing of my bed. "Don't do that." I say. "Were you scared?" He asked smirking. "No. I'm not afraid of anything." I say sitting on my bed. "Hmm... I can make you scared if I wanted to."  He says smirking. "Yeah right." I say. "Why are you here anyway Ashton?" He acts like he's thinking. "Because I don't want to go home. Why are you here?" He asks smiling. "I live here." I say blandly. 

"So, what are you afraid of?" I ask, pulling out my drawing pad.

"Rejection." He says.

"That's it?" I say sitting up. He moves to where he's sitting in front of me. 

"Yeah. Can I see your drawings?" He asks.

I hand him the notepad.

"You like birds?" He asks.

I nod.

"I like birds too, they can fly away when things get too crazy." He says handing me back my journal.

"Never thought of it that way." I say.

"Get some sleep Alex." He says walking out of the room.

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My alarm clock went off. "EMILY GET UP." I yelled from my room. She got up, walked out of her room, walked into my room, and threw a pillow at me. "God. Someone's upset." I said as she walked out of my room.  I got up and ran the water for a shower. I looked down and saw my razor. Why not? My life's fucked up anyway. It really can't get worse. I took a blade out and held it between my fingers. I took the blade and slit my wrist. Once, twice, three times, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. I took a shower and put long sleeves on.

I walked outside and walked to my school. I walked in the building and saw Ashton. I sat next to him. "Do you realize how hot it is outside?" He asks. "Yes." I responded, putting my stuff down. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a dark haired boy standing behind me. "Can I help you?" I ask. "Why are you hanging out with this freak? He's a monster. He'll kill you girl." He says. "Did I ask for your opinion?" I ask. "No, but-" "Then fuck off."

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