Terrible Disaster (Ash Costello/Chris Motionless)

Chapter 18.

"Wake up bitch." Someone yelled slapping me. I slowly opened my eyes, and came back to reality. My head hurt really bad. I looked around. 

"Where am I?" I asked out loud.

"Shut up, you don't speak unless I want you to." The man yelled slapping me again. "We've been following you for a while now Ashley." He said walking around my chair. "Do you know why?" He asked. I didn't dare say anything. "Speak." He said hitting me yet again.

""No, I don't know why you've been following me." I replied. They chuckled.

"No, I thought not." He replied darkly. "You've been battling some battles in your head haven't you?" He asked.

"Yes," I simply answered.

"We are your freedom." He stated. I looked at him as if he was crazy. First of all how does he even know about the voices, and second of all what does he mean we are your freedom?

"I don't understand." I whispered meekly.

"Of course you don't, you stupid naive girl." He said walking away out of my sight. Most of the room was dark except for the light that was coming from the lamp next to me. I could see a table, but that was about it.

"Ashley, guess what." I heard in my head. "Ashley." They kept repeating over, and over in my head.

"Did you miss me?" The man said stepping back into the light, but instead of coming towards me he went towards the table, and sat some items down on it. "now, since we've put you through a whole lot of tough shit. I thought I'd let you pick your freedom weapon." He said. I turned to face him, and realized now what he meant when he said freedom. I looked down, and on the table was a knife, and a gun. Tears ran down my face as I contemplated my options. "You better make up your mind soon or else, I will decide for you, and believe me you don't want me to choose for you. We have already told your beloved your location, and we really don't have much time to waste." He said again in my ear I took a deep breath.

"Both of them." I replied holding back the sobs.

"Really both of them?" The voice asked turning into that of a snake.

"Yes, that way when they find me, they won't be able to save me." I replied.

"They wouldn't have been able to save you anyways, but if that's what you wish it shall be done." He said grabbing the knife first.

"Who are you?" I asked just before the knife was about to make contact with my skin.

"I am the voices Ashley. I've been with you for quite some time now, and it's time we set you free." He replied.

"I don't understand, why me? I was fine, I was happy, why?" I asked.

"Is this your way of trying to beg for your life?" He asked.

"No, I want to know why, please?" I begged.

"We pick randomly, and we saw the darkness, hurt, and misfortune in your eyes, and we knew you were perfect, and we know that you were going through depression when we chose you also, so perfect candidate." He said. I nodded my head.

"Alright let's just get this over with then." I said gaining a new found sense of confidence, and strength, even though I was about to die, and there was nothing I could do about it, but I didn't want to do anything about it either. I felt the knife cut through my skin, and held in my scream.

"Please let it all out. It's your death you should be able to scream, and yell whatever profanities you can think of." He said. He then grabbed the gun. "A few more cuts, and then one or two shots, and it will be all over." He whispered I closed my eyes trying as best I could to prepare myself for the amount of pain I was about to feel. I heard one gunshot, and felt the sudden pain in my stomach, and then another pain in my chest, and then one more where my heart was. I couldn't breathe, and then next thing I knew I was on the floor bleeding to death, and in a lot of pain. I was slowly losing consciousness when I saw him running up to me, and knew what I had to do.