Do You Really? (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 34

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I have been 'touring' with my theatre group so I had no time to write. But now that I'm back and I have vacation I promise I will update more often. So don't be surprised to see me update a day after I have just updated haha ;)

Dedication to whoever comments :)

 

Ashley's P.O.V

"Your dad and boy-"

"Don't let them in!" I tell the doctor and she nods, sighing. She leaves the room and I sigh.

Why? Why am I not dead? I was supposed to die. Why did my dad have to find me? Everything was going perfect. I was dying. I finally was leaving this worthless world. I was doing what everybody wanted me to. I was making people's wish come true. Not only their wish but mine too.

Why am I not dead?

I look at my wrist and glare at it. I thought I cut deep enough. I was leaving, I really was. But it wasn't deep enough. If it only was a bit deeper it would have killed me and my dad wouldn't have found me. He wouldn't have found me alive, he would of have found me dead. Just by a bit more. That's all it took. But of course I failed. I fail at everything. I couldn't even do that right. I couldn't kill myself.

My room's door opens and my roommate, Sandy, comes inside the room. She stretches her arms and throws herself to bed.

"Hey, failure," she says and I roll my eyes. I got a room with a bully. How great is that?!

"There are two people outside wanting to see you, the young one is cute, and I hope he is your brother." She says and I shake my head.

"Nope, he is not." I say and she looks at me with her eyes wide opened.

"Longest sentence I have heard you say since you got here yesterday." She claps her hands and I sigh.

"I don’t really want to talk, so if you don't mind." I politely say and she nods.

"Yeah, but I do want to talk. How are you enjoying your time here? It's not a hotel or anything but it's nice in here." She says and I fake smile at her.

"Yeah, it's nice." I sarcastically say and she chuckles.

"Why do you lie? It's shit in here. I rather kill myself than be here," she says and covers her mouth (I thought she did that because she realized that what she said was offensive but no), "Oh, wait! I did try to kill myself, so did you, but it didn't work out. Life is full of crap." She says and I nod, agreeing with her for the first time.

"We are both failures." She says, "So, how did you tried to kill yourself? Pills? Hanging? Jumping in front of a car?" She asks and I just look at her.

I don't understand how she can be like that. We are basically in rehab but she is actually being all cool with this. She doesn't care. She doesn't seem depressed at all. I will admit I sort of admire her. I don't know why but I actually like her.

"Oh! I see your wrists. Cutting? It's popular in here. I tried hanging myself but it didn't work thanks to my housekeeper, Olivia." She makes an annoyed face.

"So, who found you? The cutie outside?" She asks and I shrug.

"I don't know. I sort of was unconscious and when I was at the hospital I didn't ask." I tell her and she nods.

"Do you want to meet some other failures? I'm getting bored here." She says and I shake my head.

"No, I'm okay in here." I tell her and she shrugs.