Broken Home

XXV

Ashton

I can't stop thinking about her. I hate myself for saying it but, she's so beautiful.

I love Bryana and all but, she truly is beautiful.

Her long, wavy, purple hair flows down her back like a waterfall. Her big brown eyes shimmered in the sunlight. She might be small but it must've been easy to pick her up. When she hugged me, she could barely get her arms around me. Her smile was so bright, it could light up a room. She was beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

"Ashton." I heard her voice whisper.

My body felt weak at the sound of her voice. I looked around to see if she was here, but she wasn't. I was alone in the hospital room that I would soon be moved out of. They'd be sending me to a mental hospital because I cut.

"Ashton?" I saw the door fly open, Connor walking through it.

Bright light shined from behind her, making her seem like an angel. Her long, purple hair flowed down her chest, a bright blue bow on top of her head. She smiled at me, making my entire body feel like jelly.

"You know," she sighed, frowning as she walked up to the bed.

I sat up, starting to frown at her frown.

"No one really cares about you." She laughed, smiling brightly again.

The room shook, and I started screaming.

I opened my eyes again, a nurse shaking me awake.

"Ashton, you okay?" The nurse with pretty blue eyes asked.

"It was a dream?" I asked.

"It was a dream, babe." She always called me that.

"Oh." I said, sitting up straight.

"You alright, babe?"

"Y-Yeah."

"It's still nighttime, you can go back to bed if you want." She told me.

"Okay." I said, holding back the tears that threatened to fall.

She gave me a sympathetic smile as she left the room. Once I knew she was gone, I let the tears out.

No one really cares about you, Ashton.