Dark Nights With Ashton

I Think I Understand

A/N: hi guys ! So just this quick thanks for getting this story to 401 reads! I really appreciate it. I never thought it would get this many reads, it may not be a lot to you but where I come from it is to me. So thank you and enjoy this next chapter which I hope you really do.

Happy Reading! x

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I wanted to collapse onto the hard wooden floor. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and my air had been sucked out. I walked slowly towards him.

I couldn't even bare to look at him. The sight made me hurl, but I did anyways. His eyes were torn out and god knows where were they. I could see right into his skull. His mouth was wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

Then I saw that his insides were too torn apart. It was gruesome. He wasn't on the floor, he was hanged. Hanged like..the Daughtry family. There was blood dripping from him and a puddle on the floor. Part of his insides were on the floor and the rest still attached to him.

I knelt down onto my knees and cried. I cried because the love of my life was dead right in front of me. The only who was left that cared about me. And it was all my fault. We should left when we had the chance. I shouldn't agreed to come here at all!

I looked around with not being able to see except my own tears. "Why not me? I should've died instead of you...," I whispered trying to look up, but I just couldn't.

What was I suppose to do now? I felt at that moment I couldn't go on anymore. I felt weak and lifeless....

Knock Knock. Someone was at the door. It didn't sound like a normal knock though. It sounded like those knocks that would echo throughout the house. A fiery, trembling type of knock.

I wasn't thinking straight right now and got up. I wiped my eyes on my sleeve, not caring. I noticed I still had the same clothes from who knows how many days ago. My cardigan seemed torn and dirty.

I got up on my feet and decided to change into something more simple. I know it wasn't the moment, but I didn't give a shit right now. I put on jeans and a light gray sweater with white polk a dots.

My feet felt like they were the only thing holding me right now. I pushed aside the door more and walked downstairs.

I dragged my feet with each step I took. My head felt dizzy and light headed. I took a hold of the rail, trying to hold myself up.

I made my way to the main door and my hand grasped it. After unlocking it, when I opened it, the person standing there made my cringe. It was Sienna. Sienna who I was now afraid of.

"Diane," her tone sounding threatening. I examined her carefully, her clothes weren't her. It was as if she was dressing up for a funeral, all black. That made me worse.

"What are you doing here?" I half whispered. " I came to see you, can I come in?," she was all happy. It was terrible. I gestured her inside and closed the door behind her.

"You look like shit, you alright? Have you been crying?," well you finally frickin noticed. "No," I lied.

Sienna walked around me slowly, looking to see if she could find something wrong with me. "What are you doing here?," my eyes staring at the floor. It took me some time to finally look into her eyes, but she quickly moved away. "I came to see how you were...after all.. he's gone," she lightly chuckled.

What the hell was that about? How did she know that Ashton had died? No one could have told her, no one. It was impossible.

"What are you talking about?" I cleared my throat. She made a smirk," don't play stupid with me Diane. I know ok? Ashton is died." It hurt that she could just say it that simple. It fucking hurt as hell the way it came out.