Dementophobia A.i {on hold}

•Two•

I was sitting in the hospital now.

It was three am. After the nightmare I couldn't fall back asleep. So I wandered downstairs. In the dark. I reached for the light switch but my hand hit the sharp edge of a vase and slit my palm open.

The cut was too deep for my mom to mend so she rushed me to the hospital.

And here I was.

I stared down at my hand, the blood still trickling down my wrist.

Just then a boy rushed in, his wrist was covered in blood and he spun on his heel to face another boy behind him.

"Michael I'm fine!" He yelled

"You're not fucking fine Ashton look at your wrist!"

"Just leave!"

"Ashton I can help just-"

"Leave me alone!" Ashton yells

Michael sighs, his eyes darting back and forth from Ashton's wrist to his face.

"Alright" he says, walking out the door, hurt covering his face.

Ashton walks up to the desk and shows the woman his wrist in shame.

Then he awkwardly takes a seat next to me.

After a few moments of silence I decide to try and make conversation.

"Why would you, uh" I point to his wrist.

"Because it makes me feel better" he says quietly, shutting his eyes tight.

"You really shouldn't-" I start but he cuts me off

"I don't want to talk about myself"

"Sorry" I mumble

"What happened to you?" He asks

I laugh "I cut my hand on a flower vase while reaching for a light switch."

He smiles "you did not"

I nod. It sounded ridiculous.

He shakes his head.

"I'm Ashton"

"Alice" I smile sheepishly, staring back at his hazel eyes and perfect smile.

That was the day I met Ashton Irwin.