Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
It's been a week since Ash has gone. She should've been back yesterday. Ms. Collins is worried that something happened between her and her dad. I hope she's okay. It hasn't been the same without her. The girls are kind of distant which sucks because I don't get to see Astrid as much as I want to.
I am currently getting out of the shower. I opened my restroom door and walked to my closet. I picked out a few things and threw them on:
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I put on a black beanie and my signature bracelet:
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Faith gave it to me for my 15th birthday. I'm eighteen now. Three more years until I can leave this place. I wonder if she still cares. If my mom still cares. But then again if she did she would've taken me out by now. I know Faith can't since she's a miner. She'll be sixteen next week. I bet she looks beautiful. Her long light brown hair and light brown eyes. She probably has a boyfriend that I won't like. A small chuckle escaped my lips. Tears formed in my eyes.
Faith. I miss you so much.
Dylan's POV:
It's been four days since I left Ash at the mental health hospital. I've been visiting and she doesn't look like she's getting better. I am currently in the waiting room. My mom doesn't come because she doesn't like seeing Ash like this and also because Ash never wants her to see her like this.
"Dylan Ramirez?!" The nurse called out. I looked up and she walked up to me.
"She just took her medication so she should be okay for the rest of the day," she said. I nodded.
I got up and followed her to the room Ash was staying at. After walking down many white hallways we finally got to her room. She was sitting in the middle of her bed with a straight jacket on. My heart breaks every time I see her in that. The nurse gave me a small smile before leaving. I closed the door and sat down on the chair in the corner.
"Hola hermosa," I smiled.
(Hello beautiful)
I watched as a tear fell down her cheek. I knew she could hear me. Every time I come and talk to her she would cry. That's how I know she's still in there. Even though the doctors don't believe it, I do. And that's all that matters. Her wrist healed a few days ago. But it doesn't matter since she's in a straight jacket
