The love that destroyed me

Such a depressing day

Vince's POV

The next day at school was hell for me. I don't understand why I couldn't have been me instead of her. . .

She was my everything, but I just didn't have the courage to tell her how much she meant to me. She was basically my entire world, I couldn't last a day not talking to her.

I wish I was there for her and I wish I never ever listened to what was said about her.

I was her only friend she had, and I just left her. I wish I didn't though. It was a big mistake to do that to her and I regret it so much.

I don't understand why I even left her. . . Maybe because of the rumours? But why would I believe them in the first place? I knew her, and I knew she wouldn't do that.

A big deep and doubtful sigh escaped from my lips as I sat down in my desk.

Paying attention was hard for me now. Ever since that whole incident, that's all I've been thinking about.

I wish I could see her right now. Maybe she's awake now. Just got to keep my hopes up and hope she wakes up today, and if not today, then tomo-

My thoughts suddenly were cut off at the sound of my name being called out loudly.

My gaze turned away from the paper work on my desk and shifted up to the teacher.

"How do you solve this, Vince?" Her voice sounded stern and curious at the same time.

Shit.

I muttered under my breath before shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know." My voice came out cold and rude as I sat there, my gaze slowly turning cold towards the teacher.

"Very well," she cleared out her throat before speaking out again," looks like you'll have to stay after class then." She said in an angry tone of voice before asking upon someone else in the classroom to answer the question.

Gosh, this place is even more like hell right now.

It's probably better in the hospital anyways.

Another sigh escaped from my lips as I sat there once again, not paying attention to the lesson being taught.

I trailed off into my thoughts again, only to be cut off once again. Not by a voice this time, but by the bell that had rung through out the entire classroom.

I looked around, noticing everyone closing up their binders and books, picking them up and shifting their feet towards the classroom.

Just as I was about to get up, Ms. Smith stopped me right there at the exact moment I was getting up.

"Not so fast there, young sir." Her voice was heavy and stern, with a little hint of anger tinted in.

A groan escaped from me and my head flew back. "I wasn't paying attention because I can't keep my mind off of Ashley," I splurged out a bit harshly at her, "can I leave this hell now?" I asked rudely and impatiently.

I shut my binder and books, my hands grabbing them as my body shifted to get out of the seat. Just as soon as I was nearly standing up right, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, stopping me and telling me to sit back down once more.

"I know you miss Ashley, and I know it's hard, but you have to focus on school," She spoke, looking down at me with concern on her face. "This isn't what you want to hear, but it's all I can say to you, Vince."

"You don't get this! You don't get anything of this! Ever since that's happened to Ashley, the only person I can blame is myself! This is haunting me, and it always has been ever since I found her in that fucking washroom!" My voice snapped I stood up, my hands clenched and formed into fists as my gaze was looking at the ground.

My breathing was heavy and I was shaking every time I breathed, but I couldn't help it.

The memory of her lying cold and limp on the bathroom floor was gnawing at me. It was all I could think about.

Soon she'll wake up.

Ms. Smith stood there, looking at me and her hand had fallen off of my shoulder and was now hanging by her side.

Her expression went from concerned to hurt in a matter of seconds. "I-I had no idea." Her words come out as stutters.

"I-I think its time for you to leave, V-Vince." More stuttered words came out from her lips as she stood there, looking at me with hurt written on her face and hurt in her eyes.

My fists became unclenched and my body shifts to turn around.

I'm now facing the desk I was sitting in and my stuff on it.

My hands reach for my books and binder.  My hands grasp them tightly as I pull them off of the desk, the binder and books hitting the side of my leg a bit hard.

Once I have my stuff, I go barging out the classroom, slamming the open door behind me.

That was so much advice and help from you, Ms. Smith.

My thoughts come back as I glare down at the floor, heading to the main entrance.

I walk into the doors, opening them with force from my torso and walking again before the doors shut on me.

The doors shut with a bang and a clicking sound after.

My feet shift from step to step, trying to reach the bottom fast enough.

Gosh I couldn't wait to get away from this hell hole.

I just want to see Ashley right now.

My feet move along the pavement. My cold hard gaze was fading away, becoming more soft now.

Her smile. . . Her laugh. . . Her hugs. . . Her everything. . .

All I could think about was Ashley. Why?

Maybe it's because she left a huge impact on my life, and I loved her with everything I got.

After walking for what had seemed half an hour, I was finally at the hospital.

Please be up Ashley. Please, I need you. . .

Those were the thoughts that ran through my thick skull before walking in to go see her.