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...
I've been awake for an hour already. But I couldn't find a reason to get up. Just how I couldn't find a reason for Ash's question. I've been starring at the ceiling trying to think of a reason. And all of them lead to one I didn't want to admit. Nor believe. And one I would never say out loud. That maybe. Maybe the slightest bit of me liked her. And wanted to make her mine.
But clearly that could never happen. Because of the person she is and because of the person I am. So I'll just make myself and others think that I hate her and that I don't care. Which leaves me without an answer to her question. Because the answer would have to be the truth. And my pride and reputation is much more important.
I have to 'thank' Tyler for that. I remember that night so clear. One of the scariest nights of my life. I try to forget but I can't. And I also have to thank my mum. If it wasn't for her I would've been in prison. I was stupid enough to take the blame. But I'm also glad I did. I wouldn't have the respect I have now.
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I finally got up and walked into the restroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I got out of my clothes and turned on the shower. I got in and let the cold water hit my body. After a good fifteen minutes I got out. I wrapped a towel around my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. I had bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep.
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I walked to my closet and changed into this:
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I did my hair and then I took care of my hygiene. When I was done I put my shoes on. I put on my watch and grabbed my phone. I sat on my bed thinking if I should try to take to her. Or stay and come up with an answer.
Which will most likely be a lie. I hope she doesn't notice. She can't find out the truth. I don't even know if it is the truth. I don't know what I'm feeling. I've never really felt this before. The warm feeling in my chest. It's weird.
I finally settled on talking to her. I got up from my bed and turned off the lights from my room. I walked to the door but heard voices coming from the hallway. Before I opened my door I hear a door opening.
"ASH!"
Ash's POV:
"Its like he's there but....not there. Like he tries to keep in his real emotions and just gives you anger. He's just.....cold," I said.
Gabriel looked at the painting I just finished. He looked at the fresh paint and was careful not to touch it. He took in all the details put into it.
"Faceless. Like.....there's no soul. It's just......a body."
"Exactly. I mean.....he has emotions. Clearly anger is one of them. But that's all he shows. It's like it's the only thing he knows how to show."
"Are we talking about the painting or Grayson?" Gabriel smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"I think she's talking about Grayson," Roman said.
"I mean.....come on. Has he always been like this?" I asked. The boys looked at each other and then at me.
".......he's only like that with you," Gabriel said. I frowned.
"Why?" I asked.
"Who knows," Gabriel shrugged.
"Don't give me that shit. You know why," I said.
"Ash. As if it isn't obvious. He fucking likes you. And I know for sure that you like him back but you two are just too stubborn to admit it," Roman said.
"He does not like me. And I do not like him," I hissed. My blood began to boil.
Gabriel and Roman looked at me and slowly got up. They then backed up a little. They then looked at the clock on my counter.
"Ash did you take your pills yet?" Roman asked.
"Why do you care? They don't fucking work. So why the fuck should I take them?!"
"I'll go get them," Gabriel said.
"No!.....no. I'll go. Sorry," I frowned.
"It's fine," they both said.
I got up and walked to the door. I looked back at them and opened the door. I walked out and looked back at them.
"You two can stay here if you want. I'll be back in a few minutes," I said with a small smile. They nodded.
I closed the door and walked away. But something stopped me from getting to the stairs. And it wasn't her wisest choice.
"Hey you Bitch! Where do you think you're going?" Rebecca asked. I looked up and saw her walk out of Stacy's room.
"Move," I demanded.
"Or what?" She said getting in my face.
"Rebecca. Move or I swear...."
"You keep telling me you're going to kill me but never do it. You're just talk. You act all tough but all you do is push people around....."
She kept talking. The more she talked the more my blood began to boil. I saw Stephanie walk out her room and her eyes widened.
"Rebecca....."
"Shut up Scarlett!"
So that's her name. Oh well. Like I care. I looked back at Rebecca and noticed she got closer to me. My fist was about to lift up and knock her ass out but I forced myself not to. Keep it together. Hit her! Kill her! I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. But when I did I felt pain shoot up my nose.
My eyes shot open. Rebecca had a bloody fist. My hand touched my nose and blood covered my fingers. My vision suddenly began to blur. And then everything turned black.
