Lost Kids (a.i.)

thrity seven

"You aren't worth all these deaths!"

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ASHTON'S POV

My lips was cracked and covered in flakes of dried blood. My vision was blurry as I awoke and all I heard was a buzz. As my eyes began to focus I could see the same scenery as when I collapsed in the dessert area. Though the dried land was boiling, my skin felt frigid and my skin was noticeable paler.

"You just had to go out and get yourself killed, didn't you?" I hear the oh so familiar voice from a few feet away. Wen sits comfortably on a rock, her legs crossed all proper. She was a literal angel in this deadly mess.

"I guess." I shrug, slowly lifting myself off of the hard clay. My side covered in the the orange dusted that was a blanket on the floor.

"Are you in any pain?" She's calm and composed for such violent twists.

"No." I say, realizing that all I felt was a chill. These's a silence, I had to process it all.

"Are you sure we-" I begin to question.

"Yes, I arrived a few hours ago," Wen interrupts, pausing for a moment. "I got rid of the bodies." She uses the instead of your, because our bodies were no longer ours.

"All?"

"Yes, all." She nods, her hair swaying with her head. The others start to squirm as I did and slowly awaking. Luke instantly shoots up she grasp his lower abdomen which once bled and pulsed, Mari follows with a gasp of air.

"Chelsea?" Wen asks, starring at the newly dead girl opposite of her.

"No, Wendy, this is-"

"Chelsea." She repeats.

"-Mari."

"Who is Chelsea?" Michael yawns as if he were awaking from a nap rather than his death.

"Wendy Jefferson, you are supposed to be dead." Says Mari sternly, her eyes locking with the other girl. The two instantly looking upset with one another.

"She is dead." Calum groans, already bored with our situation. Mari huffs turning away.

Luke can't seem to grip onto reality as he gasps out for unneeded air. His wheezes make it sound like he's choking for a breath. Again, he screams for help, scraping at his wounded stomach. The lost girl falls to his side to aid him. Her hand brushes his forehead while the other moves to his wound where she removes his hands to reveal there is no longer gushing blood or pain.

For a few moments he stares at it, the dry blood that was crusted around his ripped shirt. He doesn't make any sounds, just taking in all of what he's been shown.

Then, he cries out again, "Dead, we are all dead." Michael stands up, along with Calum, who walk away. The two didn't want to think of all that has happened.

"I am not dead." Mari argues against Luke's words. Her tone was much more aggressive compared to her quiet composure throughout the tour.

"Sweetheart," I start, the blonde whips her head around. "You are."

"Clearly not." She gesture to herself, which she assumes is her body. It is simply just her soul.

Wen whips around, glaring at the other girl with disgust. "Trust me, you are." She spits, the unknown feud between the two makes the area uncomfortable to be in.

Tears begin to role down Mari's cheeks, or Chelsea's cheeks, who knew. Her cries joined Luke's.

I mange to lift myself to my feet, my head no longer pounded, but there was a faint trace of the damage. My feet stumble to Wendy, my fingers running over her back. Her eyes meeting mine, I reach for her arm. Taking it, I remove her from the mess, along with myself. Her fingers were no longer cool to my touch, we were no equal.

"I," My lips begin. " I really missed you."

"Did you do this?" Her eyes look sad, her eyebrows knitting together. Her hair was a thousand different shades of brown that blew in the humid wind.

"Do what?"

"Let them all die?"

"Of course not! I wound never!" I fire back at the smaller girl.

"Ashton, you once told me that you were willing to end your life to be with me." She remind me of the one incident.

"It isn't my fault that the bus crashed! You aren't worth all these deaths!" I'm not sure how anyone could swallow my last sentence. It wasn't meant to be an insult.

"All right." She gulps, staring down to her brown sandals.

"Wendy, I love-"

"You do not love me, you barely know me." Our words are turning more bitter as this U sweet conversation continues.

"The hell, Wen!" This conversation was taking a turn for the worse and I was beyond confused on where we stood.

"You did this, Luke is over there bawling his eyes out because he's sixteen and fucking dead. It's all your fault." She turns, her hair whopping along with her.

"What's got your panties in a twist? Is it Mari?" My attempts at understanding were probably useless, but I had to try.

"You mean Chelsea." Wen doesn't bother turning as she hisses out harsh words.

"Whoever she is..."

"She was a friend." Wendy wasn't giving me much to work with in her angry state.

"And?"

"That's all."

"Well," I sigh, hoping to move on. "I really have missed you." A smirk tugs on the corner of my mouth as my fingers trail on her shoulder.

"I guess," she huffs stubbornly, but knows she can't stay mad long. " I missed y'all too."