Wake Up (Andly story)

Chap 8

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<Andy's POV.>

Ashley and I got home about an hour ago, and Ashley was sleeping in my bed. The doctor said that he needed to get a lot of sleep, kinda like a cat (Ashley's words).

I walked silently up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. I saw a peaceful sleeping Ash. I lightly smiled and walked over to him. I lightly kissed his forehead so he didn't wake up before walking out of the room and closing the door. I grabbed my phone and earbuds and my shoes. I turned on Motley Crue and put on my shoes before heading outside

I wanted to go grab Ashley's things from his parents house before the police took it all out. I didn't have a key, and the mother fucking door was locked. "goddamnit" I mumbled to myself. I ran over to the ladder I had climbed that one time. The window was open so I climbed up the window and went into his room. It hadn't looked much different from when I was in his room that one time. There was still the beer stains on the carpet and still blood stains on the wall. I sighed and grabbed a box that was in Ashley's closet.

(Possible trigger warning)

I took down all his posters and started emptying out his drawers. I came across a very small red box. I didn't really know what it was, so I decided to open it. When I did I saw 5 razor blades inside, some larger than others. I was in a shock. I felt tears fill in my eyes until they fell down my face. The things I did to him, paired with his asshole parents, sent him off the edge. I felt like a complete asshole. 'You made him go off the edge, to start self harming' I took a deep breath and put the box in my back pocket before continuing to put his things in the box.

(End of possibly triggering part)

<Ashley's POV>

I woke up to the sound of the door opening and closing. I sat up a bit to see what the hell was going on. I heard a box get dropped before I heard someone walk up the stairs. I worried that it was a police officer or Andy's parents or something. But I was just paranoid, as Andy walked through the door. "Good afternoon" Andy said. He started taking off his shoes before walking back downstairs. He came back with a box. "What the hell" I said, honestly confused. He lightly laughed "I went to your house and grabbed your shit before the police took them. "Oh okay makes sense" I said

There was an awkward moment of silence before he pulled something out of his back pocket. It was a red box, the red box I knew well. I froze. "Do you know what this is Ashley?" He said, his voice cracking, as if he was on the verge of tears. I shook my head, even though I knew exactly what it was. He was smarter than me, obviously because he's Andy, and said "If you don't know what it is, show me your arms, thighs and stomach"

I didn't do anything, I was genuinely terrified. He sat down on the bed "Ashley, I'm worried about you because of me being a dick head, now please show me your arms, thighs and stomach". He must've looked in the box when he was putting my stuff in a different box. I slowly rolled up my sleeves to revel only a few scars, because I didn't cut my arms because I was afraid someone, like Andy and his friends, would see. I rolled them down. I saw a few tears fall down his face "thighs and stomach, please" he said, barely able to even say it. I lifted my shirt to reveal a large patch of scars, a few inches under my 'OUTLAW' tattoo. And, I took my pants off, just enough to show my thighs, which had new and old scars. I looked at Andy, who was basically nearly sobbing at this point, his face was soaked.

"you can't do this to yourself..... why was I such a dick to you" he mumbled. I felt tears fall down my face. "it wasn't just you." I said. He hugged me, sobbing at this point. "i set you off the edge" he said between breaths.

A few minutes later, Andy calmed down a bit, he was still crying. But he held the box in his hands. "You need to get rid of this." He said. I nodded but he didn't just leave. He helped me out of the bed and helped me walk out of the house to a small patch of dead grass. He threw the box into the patch and handed me a box of matches. I took it, "you want me to set a fire?" I said. He simply nodded. I took a match from the box and lit it before throwing it at the box