The Trip ( A Mashley Fan-Fiction )

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Mitch's POV

I flicked off my light laying myself down in my bed I turned to my left side. I sighed, I almost kissed Ashley earlier. I mean I wanted to. . . But I didn't know if I was ready to feel again after Sara. Yawning I felt my eyes start to get heavy, laying back into my pillow I closed my eyes.

• • • Dream • • •

"Mitch." I opened my eyes to Sara's voice.

"Sara?" I asked sitting up from my bed I looked down at my clothes, I still sat in my batman bottoms and no shirt.

"Help me." Her voice whispered.

Pushing myself out of bed I opened my bedroom door walking down the hallway and into the bathroom. Her petite body sat on the floor holding her razor in her left hand.

"Sara stop!" I said kneeing down next to her to grab the blade out of her hand.

"You said you wouldn't forget about me, you promised." Her blue green eyes poured out tears.

"I haven't forgot about you!" I went to wrap my arms around her before she disappeared.

• • • End of dream • • •

I opened my eyes looking Ashley, "Mitch! MITCH!" She spoke helping me up I looked at her, she had a panicked look on her face.

"Ashley?" I asked pushing myself up against the bathtub, my vision blurry.

"Are you okay?" She grabbed a bunch of tissues applying pressure to my left hipbone. I looked down at myself, it had happened again.

My blade laid on the ground near the toilet. "I'm sorry." I felt tears run down my face.

This has been happening since Sara died, I'd wake up some days stained with blood not knowing what happened or how I ended up in the bathroom. All I knew was I had cut myself badly again in the same way I did the day of Sara's death.

I felt her place a big rectangle ban-aid on my hipbone, I looked down at her hands which were stained red with my blood.

"It's not your fault." She stood up washing her hands in my sink before sitting down next to me.

"It's always my fault Ashley, I'm a terrible person." I sighed laying my head on her neck, I groaned feeling the sudden pain emitting from my cut.

"Mitch, you’re never alone." Ashley slightly pulled up her sweatshirt exposing a few cuts.

"You said you didn't do this anymore." I felt her sigh.

"Up until I relapsed." I looked down at her batman PJ bottoms.

She had the same ones Ryan and I had.

"These are old." I brought my right arm over her medium sized figure grabbing ahold of her arm.

"I had to stop cutting there, my mum was going to send me to a Mental hospital." She mumbled grabbing ahold of my hand.

I thought back to the time when my parents first discovered my cuts.

• • • Flashback • • •

It was Christmas of 2011, I was visiting my parents for the week of the 23rd until the 30th.

"Mitchell." My mom said pulling me into a hug.

"I missed you mom." I smiled wrapping my arms around her.