Bring you Back. (A Mashton fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Three

It was absolutely freezing outside, the walk seemed to take a lot longer back then to get there. Michael had his arms around me but I still felt at unease. I was wondering so much what Jack mumbled, normally I wouldn't care about what he had to say but it has been in my mind a lot. I looked at Michael and bit my lip. He turned towards me and stared at my eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked quietly and I stopped biting my lip and looked down awkwardly. He threw his cup into the bushes I guess done with it.

"D-Did you hear what Jack mumbled when we were about to leave?" I asked and he shook his head slowly.

"No I didn't hear anything" he said but I could tell he was lying.

"Michael are you lying to me?" I asked and his eyes turned mean and he looked at me with an annoyed look.

"Does it really matter what that fucking prick said!?" Michael snapped making me flinch before pulling his arms away from me and crossing them across his chest.

"I was only asking.." I said quietly and he took a deep breath holding onto my shoulders. He squeezed them, tight. But I couldn't move, he looked like he was about rip my head off.

"I heard okay drummer boy?" He yelled and pushed me away forcefully. I stared up at him and caught my balance as he walked away. What just happened?

"M-Michael" I said but he continued walking. God he annoyed me so much. I wiped myself off with a sigh. It was really random how he could just turn from being a sweet boyfriend to an abusive band member.

I didn't know if I should run up to him and scream in his face or keep my distance and wish he gets in a better mood soon. You never know what to do with Michael but what seemed wise right now was to keep my distance.

I continued walking but made sure I stayed in distance, I honestly was terrified of walking alone since the accident. Suddenly we came up to it. It seemed like everything froze, I was alone and scared. I pushed myself to keep walking but the quietness wasn't trusting at all. It was dark and I could only seen by the moon light. I always made big deals out of things but Michael was always that rationally calm person. Which was weird he was attacked here too. Suddenly I heard someone, whisper my name. My body got chills and I froze, memories rushed to my head of the whisper, I looked over at the building someone just stood there. I felt my heart start beating out my chest and I stared at her. Her short brown hair was dead and knotty, flowing without a care.

Her eyes were a crystal blue bright as day with dark rings around them. It was the most I noticed about her. Her skin was pale and peeling I looked down at her outfit she was only wearing a blue hospital gown and then I met her wrists they were dripping blood on the road and I gasped at the sight. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, she just stared at me quietly. Somehow I could see her without any light or anything. Her voice was sweet and angelic but I didn't feel right about her. She couldn't have been real, the pills. Those pills I took when I was younger have this effect on me. Her eyes filled with saddness I ignored it and turned back around.

I ran away, catching back up to Michael ignoring her presence. I didn't talk at all but within a short walk we were home, we walked in the door and shut it behind us.

"So what now?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and stared at me full of confusion.

"Ashton your shaking like a little dog. What the hell is wrong?" He asked but I pulled my arm away.

"Nothing, I'm just cold" I lied but he dropped it and started to go near the kitchen before turning towards me again.

"I'm sorry for calling you drummer boy, and you know squeezing your shoulder" he said and I nodded.

"Yea no problem, things- you know things happen, no need to get mad" I said and he smiled gentley at me.

"Thanks. I don't know what to do" he said looking around before taking off his jacket and throwing it on the floor we both stared down at it and he laughed.

"Well I wanna go take a shower real quick why don't you play more games?" I asked and shrugged his shoulders.

"I should run out and go get some snacks and we can have a movie night." He said and I nodded.

"Yea sure, I'll come with you" I said and he shook his head.

"I'm not going yet, take your shower, get dressed in something comfortable and meet me back down here in like thirty minutes or so then we'll go" he said and nodded before taking off my jacket and shirt. Michael smirked at my shirtless body and I threw my T-Shirt at him.

"Ooh I'm keeping this" he said and I shook my head.

"No way." I laughed "that's my "my little pony" shirt only the most punk rock people can wear it" I say and he laughed.

"I'm more punk rock than you." He laughed and I shook my head.

"No way"

"Yes way. How are you Ashton in anyway punk rock? Please explain to me" he said and I laughed before crossing my arms across my chest.

"I happen to drink chocolate milk.... Out of the carton". He laughed a little and sighed.

"And you wear a pony shirt? I guess you are punk rock" he said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes before beginning to walk up the stairs.

"Oh shut it" I said not being able to think of a comeback. I walked up the stairs but when I heard a noise, I stopped in my tracks. I was really freaked at the girl, I've seen worse hallucinations but this really freaked me out she was right there. It almost felt real.

But it couldn't have been real! It was dark out and I could see her in every detail; bright as day. There were no lights around her. It was just honestly scary to see those things. That made me not want to go back there even more. I used to be more used to those kinds of things but it stopped when the pill's side effects wore off. I would walk around school just staring at people covered in blood and beaten to a skeleton and it never bothered me. Somethign about this was different. Even though her physical apperances showed it. It didn't feel like she was fake or dead.

Dead?

I'm not seeing ghosts. That's honestly ridiculous.

It might not have been anything, I could've thought someone was there, but they weren't. I didn't believe that at all but I forced myself to. The phone rang down stairs and Michael answered it, I could here him faintly talking on it. I met the bathroom and ran the shower before beginning to get undressed, It was weird how many fights I would have with myself.

I got out of the shower fifteen minutes later, after drying off I changed in pajama pants and a white T-Shirt. I walked down to Michael who was screaming at the TV and stomping his feet like a two year old. Suddenly a thought had crossed my mind.

"Can I go in your room? I left one my bracelets in there a few days ago, atleast I think" I lied but he never questioned it. He shrugged his shoulders in reply and I headed upstairs, I opened his door and stepped around the piles of things on the floor, it was like a freaking maze trying to get around here. The floor was a mess, more than before. Searching around I finally found the silver frame and looked at the picture.

I fell to my knees at the picture. 

The brown hair. 

The blue eyes. 

Then I pictured her when she died, a hospital gown and cut wrists, drippingg down her wrist.

The girl was Regina. I couldn't deny it anymore, everything was the same. I didn't know what to say, but it had to be. I swallowed hard with my eyes still glued to her. I didn't even feel safe here. This wasn't normal.

This is short. Sorry guys. And it took so long to update ._. Anyways.... 20,000 READS! You guys are crazy awesome!!!! I love you all so much. Thank youc': I only continue because I know you like it and it's just so amazing.