(THE PICTURES OF ASH)
I sit in Mr. Bell's class. He keeps making eye contact with me then smirking, I look down.
"Which is a phrase? A. They had a lot of fun B. A lot of fun or C. at the party they had a lot of fun?" Nobody answers. I continue drawing a phrase that's been stuck in my head since I was ten. 'Go to sleep' it feels familiar... "Halley?"
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Bell. C?" I ask.
"Correct." He says, and goes on with his lesson.
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After class a wait for the princible in the class room. Mr. Bell sits on the desk in front of me, his feet on the chair. He smiles at me, his eyes scan my body.
"Well," He says "You did good in class today, Halley."
"Thanks." I replied, looking towards the door. This guy is a creep.
"Halley, what would you say if I kissed you?" Mr. Bell asks. I look up.
"Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time." I reply. He smirks.
"Fine... Just asking; did you fall from heaven?"
"No, I clawed my way out of hell." I responded. He's trying so hard its actually quite funny. He's creepy, though. My princible comes in before Mr. Bell can say anything else. I bolt up and walk over to him. We walk to my second period class.
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"Ms. Trimmor, can I go to the bathroom?" I ask, she nods. I go out into the hall, my binder in my hand. As I turn the corner I run into someone. He has black dress pants, a white hoodie covered in blood and his hands in his pockets.
"Umm excuse me." I say, my papers on the ground. I look behind me, about to ask him to help me, but he's gone; seemingly out of no where. I scurry down to the bathroom.
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As I do my homework, my phone rings, playing 'I hate everything about you' by Three Days Grace. I pick it up.
"Hello?" I answer.
"B-babe. I-I need you." Replies Ash. I look at the clock. It's 11 P.M.
"Why are you calling me? Its so late." I say.
"Listen, I love you. Shhhh, my girls in the next room, but I needed to talk to you." He slurs his words, rolling them off his tounge like cotton candy.
"Ash,are you high?" I ask. He laughs.
"Who knows?" He says, laughing. "SHH!" He soundinly says, then laughs again quieter.
"Seriously, somethings up." I reply.
"You know, sometimes I wish my girl was you. I wish I could hold you again, I wish I could love you the way I did before, baby." He says. I hang up the phone. Looking back at my paper, I start to cry. I'm an idiot. Stupid, ugly, fat idiot. People say I'm 'pretty' and 'skinny' but they're lying. I take out my blade and lift up my sleeves, staring and my torn skin. I put my razor blade on my skin and whip it across, leaving a line. The line beads with blood and the blood streams as I scream into my pillow.
"Go to sleep." I hear. I look up, but see nothing. My imagination again. I hear it whenever I'm upset 'go to sleep' and obediantly I go to sleep.
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Halley's Comet
FanfictionWhen Halley Brooks moves to a small, new city she does not like it. She gets harassed by her teacher, bullied and more. One day she finds out about Jeff the Killer, her and him become enemies. She changes after something dramatic and goes to live wi...
