concealer // a.i.

8 // sirens.

maybe it was the helplessness ashton felt as paramedics shoved him aside, until he couldn't see farrah anymore.

he yelled and cried and pleaded but his voice was blocked out. everything seemed to be a blur as farrah's mother stonily sent him a glare, before following her daughter into the ambulance, ashton watching from the lawn.

funny how she hadn't shed a tear.

"no, no..." ashton fell to his knees, his shoulders shaking as his curly hair fell into his face. guilt was swarming him like angry wasps, stinging him as he remembered all the chances he'd had to help farrah.

instead, he'd stood by and watched her, knowing well that she was hurting.

and now she was dying.

"fuck!" ashton beat his fists into the ground. how could she do that? his mind cleared as he thought of farrah, alone, without anyone who truly cared.

he knew what he had to do.

getting to his feet, he broke into a run, and continued running until he could feel beads of sweat on his forehead. his chest heaved, his legs pumped, and he just ran.

he was breathing in short gasps by the time he'd reached his garage.

pulling the door open, he saw it there.

an old bmx, lying against the wall.

it took five minutes to reach the nearest hospital. ashton abandoned the bike and rushed through the double doors, and slammed his hands on the receptionist's desk.

it didn't faze the receptionist at all. she glanced at him, bored. "expectant dad?"

ashton took a step back, his cheeks going red. "no..."

"so...?" the receptionist raised an eyebrow.

"farrah philips...she was just brought in...can i see her?" ashton made no attempt to hide the desperation in his voice.,

the receptionist rolled her eyes. "she's probably being prepped for surgery. i think i know who you're talking about. a brunette chick with bleeding wrists was brought here like ten minutes ago. she's in a bad way."

"what do you mean?" ashton felt his heart drop.

"i'm not supposed to tell you this, okay? go wait outside the emergency room. she's going to need all the support she can get. last i heard, her mother left her to buy cigarettes."

ashton waited outside the emergency room anxiously, drumming his fingers on his knees and licking his dry lips.

a doctor emerged after an hour of waiting, or maybe two hours. it was hard to tell.

"you're here for farrah philips?" ashton nodded in reply, biting his lip.

the doctor scuffed his back leather boots on the squeaky floor.

"she wants to see someone called ashton."