Chapter 1- why?

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Laying me down on the cold, hard floor; he sniffs "Ashely?" I felt like I was in a coma forever, but it only lasted a few minutes. Lifting my lids, I blink a few times "Wh-what happened?" Looking at me in concern, he strokes my back, "you hit your head and things might take awhile to process back baby."

   Holding my head, he helps me up and kisses my cheek "how do you feel?" Shrugging, I walk away "I feel nothing." Working as usual, my shift ends and I wait for my dad. Driving home, I look at the clear sky and think " why is Marco being so nice to me?"

Walking into my room, I plop on the bed and look at the clock "6:00 p.m". Sighing, I walk downstairs to get dinner and see Mitchell. He smiles at me and hugs me "hey Ash, how was work." Smiling, I nod "it was fine thank you, what about you bro?" Getting my dinner, he hands it to me "it was school, still sucks as always." Nodding, I walk upstairs, listen to my tunes and eat. Staring out the window, Bruce texts me "hey, what you doing?"

"Nothing, just hate school." Responding why, I throw my phone on the bed and cry myself to sleep.

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