Murderers~

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Ashley's POV

"Ashley!!! Ashley!!!" I slowly wake up to Bree yelling my name, my eyes flicker open, then shut multiple times. Bree checks my pulse, I feel like I don't even have a pulse anyway. It's beating so slow.. They go to pick me up as I fall back into darkness.

5 hours pass

"Ashley, god. Please wake up..." Is all i hear as I slowly open my eyes. I'm laying on the couch, in Ashton's arms. I slowly move my eyes up to his face. Tears stream down his red cheeks, not noticing I'm awake. Why am I awake, anyway? I don't know. I'm just glad I'm alive, and in his arms. Even though I kinda hate him right now, but I still love that dick i call my boyfriend.

I can't help but let out a tiny cough, and his eyes snap down to me. "Ash..." He whispers softly, beginning to stroke my hair. "G- get- of-off o- of me..." I manage to whisper to him. His eyes widen slightly as he moves his hand away from my head. "I said get off!" I yell hoarsely and I sit up, letting him get away. He quickly scrambles up and i fall back, staring at the ceiling. "God, someone's grumpy." Calum grumbles, and Bree groans. "She almost died! Give her a break, moron." "I- i almost died?" I whisper softly. But no one hears me. I look down at my finger, as it begins to turn black. 'What the hell is this?' I think to myself as the black mist like thing crawls up my whole hand, making my veins purple and my whole hand black. It starts to tingle lightly, and a sheering pain like my hand is on fire rushes through my veins. I bite my lip, holding back a scream, so no one would notice. My veins turn a red-ish orange-ish color. my hand begins to uncontrollably shake. I put a pillow on my stomach, and put my hand under it. No one will know about this. Until it gets bad. They don't need anymore pain, I almost died, for Christ sake. But I have a feeling things are about to get worse.