the ripper || irwin

[ 11 ] trauma

[ 11 ] Trauma

She looked in horror at her bloodstained clothes.

"What happened?" She asked her brother again, though she already knew the answer.

"I-I don't know, Alice." He replied, running a hand through his hair nervously. "You were here the whole night, I swear."

She shook her head. "No I wasn't. I was in Ashton's room."

"He brought you here after you fell asleep." Luke explained. "It was like three in the morning and he said you dozed off in his room. But you didn't leave. I yet you take the bed and I slept with my back against the door."

"Ahh!" 

They both turned at the sound of the shrill screams of a teenage boy. 

"Ashton?" She gasped.

The sound of his voice was like a magnet, reeling her in, and her legs started moving involuntarily in his direction. Pushing past her brother, she said, "Something is wrong with him."

She knew this was no normal behavior of Ashton's.

Luke grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her back towards him. "Wait, Alice."

The screams continued, but this time more distressed. "Alice! Alice, please! I want Alice!" He yelled. Everything about the way he called for her reminded her about the first day she met him, only Luke was the one calling for her.

Pulling away from him, she reasoned, "He's my patient. I'm responsible for him. I need to go."

Her blue eyes looked into her brother's, pleading. But he blinked and his eyes turned crimson, like Ashton's did on several ocassions. 

"Stay." He ordered.

He reached out for her hand, but she stepped back, "No."

She opened the door and ran down the hall, in the direction of the screams, while new screams joined in. But her brother's were more like threats. 

She ignored him.

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"Ashton!" She pushed open the door to see him on the floor, his arms and clothes covered in dried blood.

He looked up at her and she was met with hazel eyes widened in horror. His hands trembled as he spoke, "Alice," He breathed in a low whisper, "Alice, what happened to me? Why are my hands covered in blood?"

"Wait." She stepped in, closing the door behind herself. "You don't remember any of it?"

He shook his head, "I-I was asleep all night. You were with me, b-but when I woke up you were gone and I was covered in b-blood." He said with a frightened stutter.

"You killed someone." She told him, keeping her distance.

"No," He shook his head in denial. "I was here all night."

"I saw you with my own eyes." 

Taking a look at the blood symbol on her clothes, reality sunk in for him. He got back up on his feet and took a few steps towards her. She unconsciously took a few steps back in fear until her back hit the padded door.

His hazel eyes narrowed, spotting something on her neck. 

A trembling hand was extended towards her neck and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.