My Sk8er Girl

Chapter 13-Ashlynne

okay. so, i feel SOOOOOO bad for not updating for longer than a month... im SOOOO sorry! so is brinley... anywho! heres the next chapter!! feedback would be LOVELY!! i needa know what to fix with my writing [= you guys are great! i hope you all have stuck with us as we havent updated in FOREVER! im truly sorry!! anywhooo, on with the story!! heres Ashlynne's POV, chapter 13!!

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How many days have I been here? I've lost track already... I didn't know that someone could have the heart to do what these two girls have done to me. I ran my fingers through my short, uneven brown hair. It looks like a two year old cut it. Through the little light shining through the small hole above my head, I can see my hands. No. These are not my hands... These are a strangers hands. They're all skin and bones and are so dry, they're cracked and bleeding. I look down and see the stale piece of bread and dirty water they give me everyday. I'm always still so hungry and so thirsty after I eat the bread and drink the water. I'm so skinny, I swear I can count each and every one of my ribs. 

These past couple of days have been torturous. They torture me in every possible way imaginable. After the cut my hair, they shoved me back into this crap hole. The next day, they came back and marched me along the "Trail of Tears" as I like to call it. They poke and stare at me, thinking of other possible things to do to me next. One time, they wrote all over me with a sharpie. They wrote "big" on my feet, "hairy" across my legs, "fat" on my stomach, "giraffe neck" across my neck like a choker necklace, and then they finally reached my face. They looked at my face for a long time, then finally began to write all kinds of words. They gave me a mirror so I could look at their recreation of my face. Words like "ugly" and "stupid." The worst ones, though, were the words "slut" and "whore." The short girl looked at me and said, "Look at those words. They are all true! Get 'em into your brain; memorize them."

 I gritted my teeth and saw the words on my face dancing around laughing at me. Mocking me. I actually started to believe they were true. Tears streamed down my face slowly. The short girl slapped me hard across my cheek, so now it's swollen and bruised. The reason why she slapped me? I forgot a rule and broke it. The rule? No crying is aloud.

The day before that they took me down the "Trail of Tears" and tie me down. The rope cut my wrists and bruised them even more. My stomach suddenly growled, I was so hungry. "Oh, is the fat girl hungry?" they crowed, "Why don't you eat some dirt then? It's got plenty of nutrients!" and then, they both grabbed hand fulls of dirt and shoved it down my throat. It burned. I couldn't stand the taste and I gagged multiple times, but they still kept it up. 

Every night when they thrust me back into my hole, I hope and pray that no one else has to endure this torture. I shut my eyes really tight, hoping all of this torture, all of this misery, was just a dream. It has to be a dream! But yet, it's not. Once they left, I cried. I cried for my mom, I cried for my dad, I cried for Jade. But mostly, I think I cried for myself. 

I snap out of my reverie and notice that there is no more sunlight shining through the little hole in the door above me, but only moonlight. I slowly begin to fall asleep, and right now--besides being rescued--dreaming is the only thing I look forward to. 

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My sister comes running into my room, jumping up and down with the curling iron. "Ashlynne! We only have an hour and a half to get you ready!" she says enthusiastically. I laugh. Of course my little sister was excited. She loves to fix up my hair and do my make-up. She sits me down in a chair and starts brushing through my long, silky, brown hair. We laugh and make jokes the entire time and just talk about, well, what girls talk about!

She was soon finally done and as I stood up, I was shocked. The girl looking back at me in the mirror is beautiful. She obviously isn't me! But it is, which confused me. I never thought I could ever look this pretty. My hair is in soft, loose curls and my make-up s light, which brings out my "natural beauty" as my sister tells me. My dress is light blue that reaches to about my knees that has a pink bow around my waist. The doorbell rings and my sister quickly hands me silver high heels, then runs downstairs. My dad then comes up. His grey hair is withering and his brown eyes are soft. 

"Um, Ashlynne?" he asks.

"Yeah dad?" 

"You... you look so beautiful."  

I run over to him and give him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." I whisper into his ear.

We walk downstairs and as we reach the bottom, I see Jade standing in the doorway, waiting for me. He is so handsome! I run the rest of the way down the stairs and straight into his waiting arms. He whirled me around while saying "Ashlynne, I love you!" And when he puts me down, he looks deep into my eyes and just as he goes in to kiss me, he starts to melt. Everything starts to melt: my mom, my dad, my sister, Jade, my home... Everything. "No... NO!" I scream, but the sound doesn't leave my lips. "Come back." I try to say, but still no words come through. I hear footsteps behind me and I whirl around to see Jade. I put a hand over my heart and say hoarsly, "Oh, Jade! You're okay!" 

"Of course I am, idiot. Why wouldn't I be?" he says. I look at him confused. Why would he say that tome? But just as I think that question, his face distorts and turns into Brandy's face. "You're going to die." she says manianically. Then, she grabs my neck and starts choking me. I'm running out of air!

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I wake up gasping for air, but soon realized that I have plenty. I reach up to grab my long, lucious hair, but all I touched was air. Then my hand went up to touch uneven locks of my short hair. It was just a dream. I'm still stuck here in this hole. I looked up and still saw only moonlight shining through the small hole. Brandy and the other girl will be coming for me soon. 

Sure enough, I heard their footsteps coming closer. "Ugh! I can't believe he still won't forget about her!" the short girl said. 

"I know! He still thinks he's going to prom with her!" Brandy replied. 

"That's it! We're going to have to do something MUCH worse to her, then after, we will take a picture of her and slip it into Jade's locker so he can see how ugly Ashlynne really is." 

The door above opened and in a harsh voice, Brandy said, "Get out." I have no idea what they're going to do to me, but how much worse can it be? I begin to lose hope in ever getting found.