Letters To The Lost

Intro

Letters To The Lost

By: Meaghan Botelho

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing. "
~ Anais Nin

Intro;

"Ash! Wake up it's time for hell. I mean school." I heard a slight chuckle at my door as I arose from my sleeping position.

"Get out." I groaned followed by a loud yawn.

"And what if I don't." My oldest brother, Arnold, teased.

"Then I'll punch you in your dick." I harshly stated looking up at him.

"Fine fine," he laughed putting his hands up to show innocence. "I'm making eggs and toast if your grumpy butt wants any."

"No no, I'm not hungry." I said looking away to avoid any and all eye contact. The sound of my door closing gave me a sign of relief as I stood and carried myself to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I was meet with an awful looking creature who's hair was falling, roughly tangled, to her sides. She looked tired and weak, as if there was no motivation for her to move on. The foul creature also showed week old scars that where places upon her wrists and waste line. But the awful thing is, this monster is me.

Ashley is played by none other than the beautiful Nina Dobrev