I felt too weak to look up. I could feel the warm blood dripping from my nose. I was in so much pain. I just wish I would die!
"Why are you sitting in the dark. It's like really depressing," said Ashton as he sat next to me. He then slowly started to wipe the blood, that covered my lips away with his shirt.
We sat there in silence for a while. It was always dark in the room except for the light that came in through a small window.
"I've been meaning to ask you something," Ashton said.
"Ask away," I murmured.
