Me, Myself, and You

Chapter 3

                                                     Don't let yesterday take up too much of today

                                                                            -Will Rogers

           Ashley 

aAargh. Hangovers are the worst. The light coming in from my window was burning my eyes so I rolled over and stuffed my face into the pillow. I tried falling back to sleep but my body wouldn't let me do so. I grunted and threw the sheets off of me. I walked over to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. 

My hair literally looked like a bird's nest. 

My makeup smudged making me look like a raccoon. 

And what was that smell? 

Please don't tell that is my breath.

I grabbed my toothbrush and poured toothpaste into my mouth and scrubbed my teeth fiercely.I brushed my hair and washed my face. I sat back on my back feeling like a new woman. I don't even remember how I got home, all I know is that I did. 

I heard the doorbell ring and I went downstairs to get it. I opened the door and everything stopped. 

"B-brian." I swallowed. Hard. 

"Hello Ms.Clarkson." he said.  I opened the door to let him step in and led him into the den. 

I sat at one end of the table and he sat at the other. 

"Is it my dad?" I asked looking down at my nails. 

"Ms.Clarkson,  your dad is dead." he said. 

"No he isn't." I said shaking my head. My head was moving so fast tears were flying everywhere. 

My dad is gone. My mom is gone. I have nothing left. N.O.T.H.I.N.G. 

"W-w-what about the house? M-m-my car. All of my stuff Brian." I asked pacing back and forth. 

"You know that's covered." he said. 

"WAIT.WHAT? That's is actually real?! No way. I am not going to be part of that.that.GANG!" screamed. 

"Look... you don't have to be apart of it Ms.Clarkson. The only thing is you have to sign the papers confirming you are the closest family member to your father who is still alive." he said sliding a stack of papers towards me. 

I looked at the paper and the pen. It's just a piece of paper. I'm not gonna be apart of whatever my dad started... 

I took the pen in my hand and signed my name. I pushed the paper back to him and led him to the door.  After I shut the door and slid down and cried my self to sleep. 

*** 

My head is pounding and my heart feels dead. I can't feel anything the whole house is dark.  

I slowly got up and went back into my room, and checked my phone. 

12 miss calls from Melony 

234-434-2495 : 

Meet me at the park at 12 am 

I called Melony backed and told her I was okay and that she could come over.  I didn't question the random number, I just decided to ignore it. 

I walked downstairs towards the kitchen and got a gallon of strawberry icecream. I crawled onto the couch and cried while I stuffed ice-cream down my throat. 

After 20 minutes Melony joined me and did her best to try and comfort me. It was only 10pm when Melony left and I was bored out of my mind. I tried crying again but my tear ducts were dry. 

I went on my laptop and finished up my homework. By the time I finished it was 11:39. I went back onto my phone and looked at the random texts. I've gotten really random and weird texts before but nothing so specific. 

Screw it, I'm gonna throw my sweatpants on and my sweatshirt on and I'm gonna meet the random person and possibly die.

It was 12 and I was sitting on a park bench. Then, I saw a dark figure walking towards and I stood up and straighten myself.