Shane's POV:
I awoke frantically to the sound of soft breathing next to me. Good I thought to myself, she was alive. I exhaled and tried to fall back asleep but the same nightmare kept replaying in my mind. Her ,lying on the floor surrounded by a puddle of blood , her wrists sliced by her own razor. I ran up to her frantically yelling her name. No response. I put my head to her chest , she was dead. I shook the thought away and snuggled deeper into her arms. It was just a dream I told myself. The same dream that came back every night to haunt me. I listened to the sound of her soft breathing , it was comforting. She looked so peaceful and happy for once. We where both on the edge of life ,barely holding on. Suicidal and depressed. I loved her more then anything she meant the world to me. Most days I felt bad that she had to deal with me and all my problems but she showed me love , something my
parents have never given me. I
brushed the bangs out of her eyes before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Love ya Ash" I whispered into her ear and then feel into a deep peaceful sleep
