After some time of driving I noticed that they weren't near a store. I knew we were going to the hospital. But i wasn't mad, wasn't sad. I just knew that she cares. I was upset she had to leave, but it was for the best.
-When i woke up my arm was all in bandages. It looked gruesome the day before. I was just- so depressed, I couldn't take it anymore I wanted to end it all. But she was right there, her beautiful face. I loved her so much, she was my baby girl, my princess, my air, my life, my everything. I couldn't do that to her because I know she felt that same way about me. She told me everyday. And I told her I felt the same way, everyday. I wouldn't be able to put her though all that bullshit, and I hope she would never do that either. I wish I knew what she was thinking, she started getting more and more depressed after her sister died in a tragic drunk driving accident.
The other car was trying to drive home from a night at the bar and got completely shit-faced and drove straight into Ashley's car. Her sister was her best friend, she told her everything, her sister was amazing to her. They were only one and a half year apart. They were so close. She missed her so much. Hell we all missed her. Although she never showed it I could tell she was getting just as bad as I was. She was so strong, it was crazy to think how strong my baby girl was, she made me feel weak. All I wanted was to help before she got bad again, if she already hadn't. She had been through hell over the past years, and I had helped her as much as I possibly could, but sometimes I was afraid it would never be enough.
We met in art school almost 5 years ago. She was so broken. Her eyes were glazed over and she rarely smiled. At times you could see the old and new scars covering her arms and legs, it made me cry at times. I knew from the day I saw her I wo-
"Goodmorning handsome"
My thoughts were cut off by her soft, calm voice that seemed to take over my body.
A small smile grew on my face, i quickly glanced at the time, 5:04 pm.
"Afternoon baby" I smirked after emphasizing afternoon to be a smart ass.
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Our story: the start
Dla nastolatkówI held my eyes shut, hugging him, about to tell him everything will be OKAY. We both know it's not. He's so strong. Always telling me it's going to be okay. He's went through it all before, he knows how it all turns out. That's why he is so brok...