drugs; l.h

6.

Ave

Ave shook her head and bit her lip, toying Luke's watch in her hand. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She got down on her knees and crawled over to their headstones, resting her back against her dads and her feet touching her moms. She started ripping the grass out of the dirt, trying to come up with something to say. Before she knew it, something fell onto her face. She looked up, thinking it was raining, but then she realized she was crying. She hurriedly rushed her hand up and wiped it away and leaned her head back.

"What am I doing?" she groaned and threw the grass into the air. A gush of wind blew by, making her hair fly everywhere.

She closed her eyes and thought about their deaths, how tragic they were.

She sighed and looked down at their headstones.

Alexandria Jones, mother of two. Loving mother, sister, grandmother, and daughter. RIP

Frank Jones, father of two. Loving father, brother, grandfather, and son. RIP

She ran her fingertips over the words over and over again. She kept repeating them in her head until that was all she knew how to say. The world finally fell silent, as did her mind.

She sat there for another hour just sitting in silence, staring at the emptiness of the world, but she didn't really care.

Maybe she was depressed.

-

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to meet my mates Ashton and Michael. There really cool guys and they actually want to meet you too," Luke said. He looked down at her for a second and then looked away. She was imitating to look at. You could tell she has been through so much and that she knows how the world works. She's too smart for everyone.

"Yeah sure, that sounds cool," Ava sighed and pressed the elevator button. She was tired. It had been a strange day. When she woke up she would have never thought she would've ended up going to see her dead parents, or go to therapy. She groaned and she her eyes tight just thinking about it. She couldn't believe that's what Luke had in mind when he said he would help her.

They've barley know each other for a week and she was already sick of him.

His eyes lit up a bit. "Alright, I'll come up to get you in about an hour, that's when Mikey gets off work. I'll see you then, Ave." Luke said as his hand left her shoulder. She couldn't remember when or how long it was there for. She smiled Shea closed lip smile back and him and nodded. He walked down the hall into his apartment with his parents.

He was living there temporarily. His dorm in college was being re-done (for something Ava didn't care to ask about).

She rode the elevator up to her apartment in silence. She regretted letting Luke "help" her. She complained about being alone all the time, but in reality she wouldn't have it any other way. She likes it.

She walked down the hallway and put the key in the slot of the door. She walked in and didn't bother locking the door, she just went straight into the living room. She walked over to the painting on the wall and grabbed the bag of weed hidden in the hole in the wall. She sat down on the couch and propped her feet up.

She spent the rest of the night getting high and thinking about her shitty life.

No one could help her.