I drove over to Ashley's house.
Her mom said I could help clean out her room.
When I got there, no one was home.
I knew where they kept their spare key.
I opened the door and went up to her room.
The only thing that changed was that the noose was down.
I started at her desk.
I threw out all the pills.
I left her laptop there.
I threw out empty vape pods.
I took down pictures of us from her memory board.
I went to her bed.
I made it.
I cleaned out her drawers.
I looked at all the cigarette boxes.
I threw all of them out.
Along with a couple baggies filled with weed.
I went into her bathroom.
Getting the blood stains off the counter seemed impossible, but I tried.
I sprayed Lysol to try and mask the smoke smell.
I picked up her vape, unsure of what to do with it.
I looked at for a long time.
What do I got to lose?
I brought it to my mouth.
I sucked in.
I exhaled and smoke filled the room.
I fanned it out and sprayed more Lysol.
So this is what I've been protesting against.
I understand why Ashley was hooked.
I took her vape along with whatever pods she had left.
I cleaned her vanity.
I quickly wiped off the word UGLY she wrote on it with lipstick.
I left most of her makeup there.
I took some because of memories.
I cleaned her closet next.
I took her varsity jacket for theater.
I took most of her shirts.
I looked at her room one more time.
I sighed.
"I miss you." I whispered.
I took another hit from her vape.
I fanned it and sprayed more Lysol.
