Friends; Denis Shaforostov

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You Suck Charlie– joji
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By the end of the week, the whole block had learned of Christine's death. No one dared going to the house, no one dared even calling to see how Ashlyn was holding up. Not even Denis or James stopped by to see their friend in her time of need.

Ashlyn currently laid in her mother's bed staring at the wall with dead eyes. After four days of crying, the tears finally ran out. Her crystal eyes were now bloodshot and puffy. A stinging and painful feeling had fallen over her body and had not allowed her to get up from the bed.

She had wished for someone to at least show up and comfort her, but not even her best friend had knocked on the door and let himself in like he always had.

Her hands had tightened around the pillow at the thought of Denis; the first movement in days. Ashlyn blinked at the digital clock in front of her, trying to focus on the bright red numbers. Throughout the days she had lost all track of time. It was as if the misery had controlled her mind and she was now just becoming sober.

She shifted feeling her sore, stressed muscles ache with the slow movement. Ashlyn focused her sad eyes to the ceiling, staring as the fan swung. She hoped it would fall onto her chest and kill her and the misery that was ripping her apart from the inside out.

Her stomach grumbled. God, she was past starving. A battle took place inside her mind, deciding whether not to finally get up to get some food and shower or to just let herself die.

Surprisingly, the weak girl pushed herself out of bed. Weak bones cracked as she stretched, straightening out her back. She was a ghostly sight, and without even seeing herself she knew it.

Her bare feet shuffled out from her mother's room and dragged her past the hall and into the kitchen. With eyes trained onto the refrigerator her cold hands reached, opening the door to be presented by nothing but rotting food.

Her blank expression formed into a grimace and disappointment was apparent throughout her whole body.

Ashlyn shook her head slowly, tresses of greasy black hair falling in front of her eyes.

She shuffled to the home phone, decided the quickest way to nutrition was to order something.

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Ashlyn had 30 minutes to wait until the pizza she ordered would arrive. She decided to take that time to finally free her body from its tense and filthy state.

She stripped from the oversized t-shirt and the athletic shorts she had worn for the past four days. Unable to ignore it any longer, she glanced up to the mirror to see the terrifying sight that was her.

Her black hair was greasy and tangled, her slim face looked hollowed, she had dark circles and bags under her eyes, and her crystal eyes were discolored by the violent red that surrounded it.

She looked like death, she couldn't deny it.

Ashlyn looked away finding it unbearable to stare at herself any longer as she was in such an awful state.

After turning on the water, she waited about two minutes for it to warm. She stepped into the shower and within an instant, the hot water began stinging her skin but she really didn't mind.

The stress dripped from her muscles down to the drain but the strain on her mind did not disappear so easily.

She rubbed her chest feeling the pain that throbbed there. Ashlyn wanted to be okay again. She wanted to step out of the bathroom and see her mother well and alive in the living room, finally free of her dependency on alcohol. She wanted to turn the corner to her room and see Denis sitting inside, smiling at her waiting to admit his feelings towards her.

She wanted everything perfect even if it was never that way before.

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