Hell's invitation

Time To Leave

♡The Next Day!♡

I wake up to the sound of a deer bottle being smashed. I jolt up and sprung out of bed as quietly as possible. I heard male laughter and I sighed, "Dads drunk...again..." I said to myself. I look at my red backpack with a rose shaped keychain on it, filled with school stuff and walked over to it. I take out a piece of paper.

"Mine as well do my school work..." I told myself grabbing a pencil. I sat at my desk and stare at the paper. I lift an eyebrow when I read the first question. Since I want at school for a week I can't understand any of it. I sigh and crumble the paper up and threw it away.

"No one could bring it to school anyway..." I said to myself as an image of my only friend popped into my head. I tear up as I hear her piercing scream in my mind over and over again. My own father is a killer.

"I can't do this anymore..." I reached over and opened the drawer to my night stand, I pull out a pocket knife that I stole from my dad months ago. I roll up the sleeve of my sweater and I flick the pocket knife open. I stare at my arm which was already full of cuts. I place the pocket knife sharp blade of my smooth tan skin.

"ASHLEY! DON'T!" I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

"Sasha?" I said turning around. My eyes start to water as I see a ghost like figure of my friend. I was soon surrounded by ice cold air like a hug. I drop the pocket knife and start to cry as I hug back best I can. I felt fingers go through my hair and her soft soothing voice.

"Shhhh it's ok, everything will be ok"

I sob more and more until I hear footsteps coming upstairs. I quickly hide the pocket knife under my bed and get in bed and pretend to sleep.

My dad walks in.

"Get up!" He shouted. I open my eyes and sit up. He threw a stack of papers on my lap.

"Fill these out.." He said and stumbled out the door. I look at the papers and my eyes widen.

"A camp?!" I gasped reading the title. I read on and my heart sinks. My father wanted to send me to a camp. I had been to that camp before. My father sent me there because he said I was wasting space for his friends to stay. I was not a nice camp.

~~~Flashback~~~

"Hello Babe~" A kid from the camp said to me. I shook my head.

"I'm not your babe..." I looked up at him and he was glaring hard at me. I stare. He grabs the front of my shirt and throws me against a wall. I yelp as I collapse the the ground. He smirks.

"Wow.. So Pathetic~ Weak~ A waste of space~ unloved~"

I start to cry, "stop! Th-That's not true!"

"It is~ and you know it~"

I sob. The kid walked off to his friends and started whispering to them.

I get up and run to a corner and hug my knees close. I cry more.

~~~End of Flashback~~~

I tear up and grab a pen off my nightstand. I hold the pen shakily. I stare at the paper for a few seconds then I stopped shaking and dropped the pen. I look at my nightstand and opened a small drawer. I smile a little when I see my only friend. My razor. I grab the razor and look at my sleeve. I slowly roll up my sleeve, seeing my scars made me smile as I place the blade on my smooth tan skin I drag the blade along my wrist. It hurt a little. But not much. It felt like my sadness and pain left as I watched my scarlet red blood dripped from my arm onto my bed. I then roll down my sleeve and looked back at the papers.

"I'm not going back.. Or dealing with any more pain.." I told myself.

I grab a backpack and look inside to pack some stuff. I notice something inside. It was, a paper? I pick it up and look at it.

"Hello Ashley, I'm inviting you to a party~ I know what your going through~ So come join us~

IN HELL!!~

            From: The Devil~" I read aloud. I stare at the paper. Soon the paper faded. With the paper faded I stare at my hands. The blood from my cut ran down to my hand.

"Should I?"

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A/N: HEY GUYS! I hope your enjoying the story so far! Sorry it took so long to update because its summer vacation, well I'll see ya in the next chapter! BYE!!!!! ;3