Aticm and Korosu

Chapter 59

~Ashton~
Yasmin looked over at the little girl, as did I. Her short brown hair was just at her shoulders, eyes wide. I stood in the way of Brooke so she didn't see her.
"Mama, what's going on? Who are these people?" She said in a soft voice, seeming scared.
Yasmin approached her, kneeling in front of her. "Everything's okay sweetie." She said in a quiet voice, glancing at her.
"Are you the lady mama talks about? The one she misses?"
She nodded slowly. "What's your name darling?"
What she said next broke my heart.
The little girl looked up at her, speaking on a strong voice.
"Yasmin."
I sat back on the blood stained bed, breaking down. I could tell she was holding back tears as well, standing up slowly. "Why don't you go back to bed sweetie?" She nodded, walking down the hall.
Yasmin turned to me, collapsing on the bed next to her body. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, only to have it pushed back.
"A-ash...don't...I d-don't want to hurt you too." She spoke frantically, looking down. I sighed softly, shaking my head. "You won't baby. It's okay." "No it isn't ash. Look what I've done...I-I'm a monster..." Her words broke my heart. She seemed scared to be near me.
I watched as she picked up the broken frame. The picture was of Brooke and somebody else. Their eyes were hazel, skin fairly pale. They seemed thin, laughing along with Brooke.
It was Yasmin.
Before she died.
She sighed heavily. "This was before she snapped at me. I never even did anything to her. But she believed I did. I thought she was my friend. I guess she just wanted to mess with me." I took her hand, ignoring her wince. "She's gone baby. It's okay."
She glanced back at the door like she never heard me. "What are we gonna do? We can't just leave her..." She paused for a minute, eyes widening. "No...no...there has to be something else...no..." She shook her head, looking up at me.
I realized what she meant.
Then I realized we had no choice.
~Korosu~
I stood up, slowly making my way to the girls room.
She was still awake.
I kneeled beside the bed, ash standing by the door. "Hey sweetie."
"Hi."
I sighed softly. Maybe her father is here.
"Where's your dad sweetie?"
She sat up, eyes watering.
"Mama said he's in a place called heaven. Do you know where that is?" I nodded slowly.
"Mama said I'll be able to see him one day. Do you think so too?"
I nodded again. "Yes you will sweetie. Yes you will. You should get some rest. Just know that your mother really cares for you."
She nodded, closing her eyes slowly.
I slowly slid out my dagger, waiting for her breathing to steady out.
I turned my head, closed my eyes, and did it fast.
Blood covered my hands, along with the bed.
I stood up, moving back.
Oh god...what have I done?
My mind went entirely blank.
The only thought left was I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster.

As we walked back in silence, I couldn't help but think of that little girl.
She's with her father now.
{what about her mother huh? What about Brooke?}
I thought they were gone.
I thought ash had finally helped me though them.
I was wrong.
So very wrong.
Her mother has a place in hell now.
{all thanks to you asshole. Thought I was gone Huh? You stupid idiot.}
Shut up. I know.
We walked back inside, while I kept my feet off of the ground.
Ash and I got showered, sitting back on the bed. I leaned against his shoulder, sighing softly.
It was a minute of two before I realized I still had glass in my hand. I looked down at it, chuckling softly. "It's still there." Ash spoke in a quiet voice, staying beside me. "Yeah, let's get that out." I nodded, going over to the sink. "I can help you baby." I shook my head, glancing back at him. "It's okay, I got it."
I bit my lip, grabbed the glass shard, and slowly pulled it out, blood spilling onto the sink. I threw the shard away, looking at the hole in my hand. I turned on the faucet, slowly rinsing off my hand. The stinging pain continued until I got used to the feeling. Ash stood beside me, turning off the water a minute later. "Want me to stitch it up for ya?" "It's alright, I'll just wrap it. I've done this before."
I remembered the many times I've done this, looking down at the scar on my other hand.

I leaned over the sink, wincing in pain. The glass lay in the bin beside the sink, blood covering the bag. I bit my lip, holding my bleeding hand. Blood oozed from the wound, covering the sink. I grabbed a roll of gauze, wrapping it around my hand. I cleaned off the sink, sitting on the floor. "All I did was walk in and say hello...I guess I should have waited until their friends weren't here..." I stood up after a minute, glancing at the calendar. It read 'November 29th, 2003.' I was only seven. I should've known better.

I held the ace bandage in my hand, looking at the bloody gauze on the other. Already bleeding through...damn... I carefully wrapped it, sighing softly. Ash pulled me back onto the bed, rubbing my shoulder.
I spoke softly after a minute. "That was the first time I've ever killed a child."
"Really?" He said quietly, looking at me. I nodded slowly. "Once, I saw a little girl who reminded me of myself, and I killed her parents, but I left her alone. I couldn't stand it. Tonight was the first time I've ever killed a child." He nodded, kissing my head. "It's over baby. Just get some rest."
I shook my head, scared of what might come.
"It's okay sweetie, you're the one who needs it." He shook his head, sitting up. "I think I'll stay up with you."
"Babe. Go to sleep already."
"Nah."
We kept doing this until we just laid down on the bed. The rest of the night was just a blur.
I'm a monster.
Why am I still alive?
I should be dead by now.
I wish so fucking much that I was.