-Blame-

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Ashley's POV:
"I honestly don't understand you." Carter confessed, shaking his head. "You don't have to understand." I say. Why do I have to be a mystery to this world? Why?!
"I'm just going to—" He says but I interrupt him. "You're just going to leave." I finished for him.
"I understand. My social skills aren't that good, so go ahead and leave me. I'll be fine." I spit. "This is why I'm leaving. You have mood swings 24/7! I wonder how your group sealed with you." He spits back. Ouch. That hurt. "My group—haha—I only had my parents and my unborn brother." I said, tears starting forming in my eyes.
I never liked talking about my family. It brought back pain and good memories.
"Leave." I demand and point out the door.
Carter left. He hesitated, but he left. I'm alone again. I get to face despair, depression, loneliness, and—emptiness.
Those feelings left when he showed up, but how could I love such a shallow hearted person? I get to face those feelings again. Those thoughts.
I wanted to chase after him. I longed for somebody to come, and then he came. I blew it.
Why do I always screw everything up?!
A memory came up.
-3 years ago-
"Mom!!" I yelled down the stairs. "Ashley, shush." She demanded. I stayed quiet for a few minutes. "I shushed. Now can I talk?" I asked. "Your dad is on an important phone call." She informed me.
"Dad!" I yelled. I didn't really hear her say what she had said. "What do you need, Ash?" He asked, looking upset and tired. "Never mind, what happened?" I asked.
"I was—fired." He said.
-Now-
I always blame myself for that day. The reason my father was fired. It doesn't matter now. I mean, he's dead for heavens sake! I have to take my mind off of all of this.
Ashley, you did not fire him, his boss did. I kept saying to myself.

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