The Trip ( A Mashley Fan-Fiction )

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-three

Mitch's POV

"Mitch." Sara's voice echoed throughout my head as I gasped for air opening my eyes. Sara's cold lifeless hands gripped the sides of my face, she pulled me close to her pushing her lips to mine then instantly pulling away. I took a good look at Sara this time, her brown wavy hair was tangled up in knots and her blue green eyes were dull, almost like a tired dull and her skin lacked color. "You don't love me anymore do you?" Sara whispered pulling away from me I watched tears well up in her eyes.

"Sara..." I muttered trying to find the right words.

"I can't love someone who's dead." I said as she shook her head.

"I'm not dead Mitch." Sara stuttered backing her side up against a wood post, turning my head I saw my surroundings start to pop up we sat in the same basement this time was different though.

"Fuck!" I winced gripping my sides I felt a sudden pain jab across my hip bones again and again.

"You’re dead Mitch." Sara said crawling over to me, she gripped the left side of my hip before pulling up of my shirt to expose multiple cuts appear out of nowhere again and again on both of my hipbones.

"I'm not dead Sara! You’re just messing with my mind! You've been dead for years now!" I yelled pushing her away from me.

Sara shook her head looking at me I watched tears run down her face, "I don't mean too," Sara stuttered, "I can't help the things I do the voices control me Mitch you know that." Sara finished pushing herself up. She gripped ahold of me pulling me up with her, "Think of all the things we could have done together Mitch." Sara's voice echoed throughout my head as I turned to glare at her.

"Sara you killed yourself remember?" I groaned applying pressure to my right hip with my palm.

"I had to." Sara gripped my sides pulling me up the wooden stairs to the basement door.

"Did you ever think what effect it would have on me? Huh, I fucking loved you." Sara grabbed ahold of the wobbly stair railing pulling me up another step.

"You weren't there for me." I pushed away from her falling down on the hard wooden stairs.

"Fuck you Sara! I was there for you since day one! You left me when you found out about my problems!" Sara sat down next to me wrapping her arm around my waist.

"What do you want me to say Mitch? I have problems and so do you! Serious mental problems, just like me." I pushed her arm off me as I glared at her.

"You did this to me, you infected me with your everything just to leave a mark on me. I was healthy before I met you!"

"Oh if you call cutting and not eating healthy."

"Why are you even here Sara I'm sick and tired of you!" Sara's face dropped as more tears ran down her face.

"I fucking hate you Mitch! All I have been doing is trying to help I'm trying to save you from my demons that keep latching onto you, but you keep pushing me away! They're going to kill you and Ashley." Sara screamed at me pushing herself up.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" I yelled at her.

"Oh don't worry! I wouldn't dream of touching your precious little Ashley! I fucking hate you!" Sara screamed running up the stairs I turned to see her open the basement door, lifting my left arm I was blinded by a bright white light. As the door shut I pushed myself up trying to push my tears away I twisted the knob as it stopped, it was locked.

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Opening my eyes I felt tears run down my face, I pushed myself up out of bed as my head immediately started to pound along with my body aching all over. I stumbled over my sweatpants making my way to my door as I gripped the doorknob twisting it open I walked out holding my hand up to my face I walked into my bathroom slowly shutting the door I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all messy and tangled along with multiple hickeys placed on my neck, it was then when I realized what Ashley and I had did last night.