The Trip ( A Mashley Fan-Fiction )

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Mitch's POV

"Mitch. . ." Sara's voice rang throughout my head.

"Sara?" I whispered opening my eyes and siting up. I looked around my room everything was in place, looking down at my full sized bed I looked at Ashley.

"Help me. . ." Sara whispered.

Pushing myself out of bed gently I walked out of bed I walked over to my door carefully opening then closing it.

"Stop it!" Sara screamed as I gripped my head collapsing to the ground.

"Sara!" I whispered.

Then I heard the basement door open, turning my head I watched her run out and over toward me.

"Mitch." I turned towards her, this wasn't Sara.

"It's me Mitch." Sara said as I pushed myself away from her studying her features. Her brown hair was blood stained along with her eyes were bloodshot and no longer blue green, along with her being pale as one could be.

"Get out of my head!" I screamed pulling my legs up and burying my head in my legs.

She was never going to leave me alone.

"MITCH, MITCH, MITCH! IT'S ME, ASHLEY CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Ashley's voice shouted before arms wrapped around me.

Slowly I lifted my head looking at her panicked facial expression.

"Mitch. . ." She mumbled pulling me close.

"Ash?" I wrapped my arms around her pulling her into a hug.

I immediately saw Sara appear in front of me. I shut my eyes tight before opening them again and pulling away from Ashley.

"This is the third time today Mitch. . ." Ashley grumbled grabbing onto my hand.

"I'm sorry Ashley." I sighed.

"Mitch this isn't ok, you need to tell me, what are these like panic attacks or?" I closed my eyes setting my head back on the kitchen cabinets.

How is someone supposed to explain what's been happening to me without sounding like a complete nut job.

"I can't." I turned my head to face her.

"Then come back and sleep, it's four thirty in the morning Mitch." She pulled me up walking me back into my bedroom.

I watched her lay her head on my chest as I wrapped my arm around her.

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Stepping out of the shower I grabbed a towel drying my body off before I wrapped it around my waist. The mirror cabinet popped open and out fell my bottle of pills which contained my razor spilled into the sink, "I need to feel again Mitch." Sara's voice rung through my head.

"No." I gathered up my clothes walking to the door, turning the knob it didn't budge it was locked. This door never had a lock before.

"Not so fast." I felt someone breathe on my left shoulder before grabbing it turning me around.

"Take your goddamned razor!" I yelled picking up the blade from the sink and throwing it at her, the blade went through her making a metal clinging sound as it fell into the bathtub.

Sara's hair was even bloodier this time.

I dropped my clothes turning the door knob and bumping into Ashley.

"Mitch." She pushed me aside walking into the bathroom.

"What is it?" She asked as I walked back into the bathroom where the bottle of spilled pills had disappeared along with the blade lying in the bathtub.