Aticm and Korosu

Chapter 39

~Ashton~
Later that night, I sat outside on the porch, looking at the neighborhood around me. The sky was dark, power lines sparking. I didn't think Yasmin would be out here considering what happened, so I guess it's just the lines themselves. Watching as the houses go black, all that's left is the faint glow coming from inside our house thanks to Luke and mike. Screams emit from the house across from ours, glass breaking. A second later, Yasmin comes through the door, blood staining her cut shirt. I notice something abnormal about her. It's her eyes. They aren't a pale red, rather a deep, crimson red. She doesn't seem to notice me, at least not until I stand up. What the hell are you doing ash? Yasmin looks at me, dagger in hand. I notice the expression on her face, and it doesn't seem friendly. Sneaking back inside, I know I need to get mike and Luke out of the house. Cal is already gone with his girlfriend, those two are the only other ones here. I quickly head upstairs, ripping open their door. I don't give a shit what they're doing, they need to leave. Luke grabs his shirt, shoving it on. "What the hell ash?!" "You two have to leave." Mike stares at me quizzically, both of them straightening their clothes. "Why?" "Now!" They both just nod, walking out of the house. I give them the keys, watching as they drive off. The lights start to flicker, and I can tell Yasmin must be doing this. Before I can comprehend what's going on, she's standing behind me. Slowly turning around, a smile spreads across my face. "Hello baby." There is definitely something going on. Her eyes are a deep red, her skin is glitching more than usual, and she gives off a colder presence than usual. She scowls, eyes set on me. I can tell Yasmin has a dagger against my stomach, the tip pressed against me. When she speaks, her voice is rough and deep, glitching in places. "You've played wrong..." Her voice is trailing off at the ends, ringing in my ears. Yasmin still smells of blood, yet vodka has recently mixed in with the aroma. I am caught off guard my it, staring at her. She starts smirking, hand on my shoulder at this point. "I'm actually starting to think you played right..." Unconsciously, I inhale the familiar scent stuck to her, earning another scowl from Yasmin. The dagger digs into the scar I got from the stage, pain shooting through me. I clench my teeth, shoving her off. She quickly steadies herself, still looking at me. "Come on babe, It's Ashton! Don't you remember?" She only grips the dagger tighter, blood dripping onto the floor. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are reminding me of my own death you bitch, but I'm not your babe. You're playing wrong Ashton..." Her voice is tempting, dragging me towards it. I know I'm probably going to die, but I don't care. She has to remember me. My duck tape and rope is in my hands, but I don't have any intention to use them. No matter what happens, I can't hurt her. Wait...maybe she'll remember me if I do this. Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her tightly. Please work. Yasmin shoves me off, eyes wide with shock. Damnit! "What the hell are you doing?!" Her voice glitches, a scowl stuck to her face. "Yasmin! It's me! Ashton!" "I don't fucking remember you!" I know I have to do something, but I can't hurt her. My weapons drop to the floor, and I speak quietly. "Okay, you don't remember me, but I love you too much to hurt you, so go ahead and kill me." She grips her dagger tighter. "No problem there." Wait...one more thing... I step close to her, knowing I'm either about to save myself or die brutally. My lips crash into hers, mind racing. I hope this works, but apparently hope isn't on my side today. She kicks me off, glaring at me. Her dagger is aimed at my bleeding wound, hand on my arm. Why is he aiming there? She has to remember something.
~Korosu~
Whoever this guy is, he's roadkill now. My dagger is pointed at his abdomen, but I'm not sure why it's not at his heart. Something in me says I'll cause more damage if I strike there. He closes his eyes, awaiting death, when I finally realize who it is.
Ashton. Ashton Irwin.
Hundreds of memories flood back to me, all including him. My dagger drops to the floor, thoughts clearing. I hug him tightly, the smell of blood surrounding us. He lets out a relieved sigh, pulling me closer. After I let go, blood is freshly covering my skin. It's Ashton's blood. No...oh god no... My worst fear has been realized. He...he's hurt...and it's my fault... "Ashton...your stomach..." He gazed down at the wound, looking back up at me. "Here, let me help you." I got him over to the couch carefully, shaking. What if I hadn't realized it was him? He could've been dead by now... I ignored my thoughts momentarily, going to get gauze. Carefully putting it against the wound, my mind started up again. {you hurt him. He's in pain because of you. I knew this would happen. It's all your fault.} yes...yes it is...
~•~
Eventually, I got his stomach taken care of, making sure he was okay. By God, I'm so damn glad he's okay. He eventually got to bed, along with Luke and mike. Heading home, all I could think about what him. If I hadn't been there, he wouldn't have been hurt. My heart sank into my stomach, tugging at my insides. He's hurt. It's my fault. I walked back to my apartment, locking the door. Sitting on the bed, my eyes were set on the window. That window. That goddamn window. It alway reminded me of what caused me to be here. While memories came back, something else was mixed in.
Him.
I will not hurt him. Not anymore. Not ever.