Barbie Boy || l.h. & a.i.

s e v e n

Michael, Luke, and I slowly walk the sidewalk of the city until we reach my apartment complex. As we ascend the stairs I can feel my tummy bubbling with an odd type of tension. When we get to my hallway I start walking ahead and to the right until the sight of my apartment door slightly ajar brings me into a sprint. I am silently praying nothing has happens to JJ or Calum. When I arrive I barely make into the living room before I collapse on myself and fall to my knees. I place my head in my hands and curl into a ball of Ashton. I can't speak, only cry. I am trying to think of anything but the sight that was before me moments ago but honestly that's all o can think about. Images of the ransacked room rave through my mind like a vision. The coffee table upturned and three legged in the middle of the room. The sofa cushions with spots of a dark red liquid I am hoping isn't blood. Calum's band tee ripped and bloodied hanging from the ceiling fan. Jj's bandana also seeping in blood just lying on the floor by the shoe rack. Blankets and pillows thrown around and about the room carelessly left. A huge fist sized hole in the wall. It...it hurts so bad, to think that they aren't living or breathing anymore. Tears are spilling over my face rapidly and they are stinging like acid rain. I clasp my hands together and shut my eyes shutting out the world with it. I can't handle anything right now. The dropping of a pencil will give me the slightest trigger to cry again. Just the mere thought of someone coming here and harming them for no reason.  It is like a bullet to my heart. I fucking love JJ she is my world and the only person I know that understands me than more than myself.  Calum....oh lord...Calum. He was just brought into the human world in hopes of a new life and happiness and it was ripped away from him all so quickly. It is all my fault. I wished for him and now he is gone. Only one thing I can process right now the one thought that isn't jumbled AMD complex like a jigsaw puzzle is: Why?

"Ashton.....?" My name is spoken about forty times. I can't tell who is speaking but, I just want this all to be a dream. "Ashton!" It is being called more frantically now. I feel a feathery touch on my shoulder blade and I open my eyes. Extremely slowly I rise to a sitting position and see Michael in front of me holding what appears to be torn notebook paper. The lamplight illuminating the room allows me to see through the paper.

"I think it is a note. But, I can't seem to recognize this as English."

I realize what I'm looking at a minute later and snatch the note from him. I scoot to where my back is against the door frame and I look at the fragile piece of paper. Only one person writes in French in this household and that's JJ! Silently I prepare for the worst and I begin to read.

'Cher, Ashton

Je écris ce dans une panique comme l'état en raison d'une chose bizarre et terrible se est produit. Je ne savais pas quoi faire, alors méfiez-vous si je semble pas complètement frénétique et émotionnellement stable. Quoi qu'il en soit ce est ce qui se est passé...

(This is what she said in English!

    Dear, Ashton

I am writing this in a panic like state because of an awkward and terrible thing that has occurred. I didn't know what to do, so beware if I seem frantic and completely emotionally unstable. Anyway this is what happened...)

*f l a s h b a c k*

JJ's P.O.V.

'So.' I say as I look at the ceiling.

'Yea..um..so.' Calum says.

'The window is open and the breeze feels nice. I am really glad Calum burnt his toast or else we would have never been able to open it.

The wind drifts into the window and a whiff of Calum's pits hit me!

"Why do you smell like b.o. and ketchup?" I ask.