I.D. Number 8557426

Chapter One

Name: Ashton Fletcher Irwin

D.O.B: 07/07/1994 (aged 20)

I.D. Number: 8557426

Height: 6”

Crime(s): 2 accounts of 1st degree murder and possession of an unlawful firearm

Details of Crime(s): Beat his fiancé’s lover to death after finding him in their bed before shooting his fiancé once in the chest

Conviction: Guilty on two accounts of 1st degree murder and possession of an unlawful firearm. By the discretion of the courts psychologist, Ashton Fletcher Irwin is to be placed in a high security Mental Institution for a dangerous level of Schizophrenia until the doctors see him fit to be rehabilitated

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“Ashton…Wasn’t he the guy in your class?” My mum sipped on her tea as my dad read out the police report to us. “Y-Yeah…” the word was stuck in my throat. Not only was he the guy in my class, but he was the guy who was my first crush, my first friend, my first kiss. I poked my food around my plate with my fork, trying to fight the feeling of dread I had in the pit of my stomach.

“Ashton, she’s cheating on you, why can’t you see?!”

“My God, would you stop being so jealous for five minutes? She isn’t a cheat! Since we got engaged you’ve been such a-a bitch!”

Tears welled up in my eyes as Ash realized what he’d said, “Chloe, I didn’t mean-“

“Save it Ash,” I spat, “Go back to little Miss Perfect!”

That was only yesterday…I bit my lip to hold back a sob. I couldn’t cry, not in front of my parents. I’d told him Delilah was cheating on him, time after time, but he never believed me. Now he’s murdered her. I don’t feel guilty, only sadness. My best friend was in a mental institution. I had to try and figure out how to see him again, but it was high security. I looked at the clock, it was quarter past six. “Mum, can I be excused please?” I put down my fork and wiped my mouth on the serviette as my mum nodded. I pushed back the chair, standing up and running upstairs before breaking down into uncontrollable sobs. They shook through my whole body as I muffled them into my pillow. The guy in my class…that’s what my parents would call him now. He was-IS my best friend. Delilah always brought out the worst in him.

“Hey Ash,” I smiled at him as we cuddled, “Will we be friends forever?”

He laughed, his dimples in plain sight, “Of course! Why do you ask?”

I frowned and shuffled closer into him, “Cause most people don’t stay in touch after high school…”

He kissed me passionately, “Well, we aren’t most people are we?”

 

I looked at the picture of us on my chest of drawers; his hair all messed up from the wind, his glasses askew and his grin brightening up the picture. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and he was looking at me as I laughed. That was when we were dating, long before he met Delilah. I couldn’t throw it away, he meant too much to me. There was a knock on my bedroom window, and when I saw who I was I nearly screamed.

It was Ashton.