chapter Twenty-nine

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•Ashlyn's POV•

I woke up with a giant sting in my chest. My throat felt raw and my eyes were most definitely sealed shut. With a struggle I opened them only to see pure blackness. My breathing hitched and I tried to move my hands up to my malfunctioning eyes. They wouldn't reach all the way, I was bound at the wrist! Oh my god! I thrashed my arms desperately bucking my hips trying to break my restraints.

"Ashlyn! Ashy calm down!" Harry spoke from next to me. Harry?

"Why can't I see?" It hurt to speak and my voice came out quiet. My breathing was still quick and I tried to slow the frighted panting.

"Here." I felt something lift off my face and squinted at the bright lights above me. I tried to sit and take in my surroundings but the arm restrictions only let me go so far before I was forced to lay back down with exhaustion.

"Can someone get these off me!" I cried out extremely frustrated.

"They put them on you because they thought you were suicidal. Well at first they thought I tried to drown you but then they saw the broken door and looked at your medical status. Apparently you're legally crazy..." Harry looked at me with sympathy. I don't want sympathy.

"Yep! Surprise! Now can these stupid fucking things come off?" I didn't want to speak again the pain in my throat was annoying but my 'shackles' were even more so. Why did Mary have to come? I thought she was gone. I pushed her so far back in my mind that I didn't even think she could possibly come back. I promised never to feel that low again. What a shit plan that was because here I am bound and still looked at as some poor crazy chick.

"Yeah I'll go get a nurse." Clara spoke from somewhere out of my line of vision, pulling me out of my sulking. Wait Clara is here? I really need to sit up and make sure it's only these two before I start blabbering stuff, I don't want some stupid therapist in here watching my every move before they decide if I'm 'putting myself or others at risk'. If so I'm stuck here for a while. I can't sit up enough to check though.

"Harry?" I turned my head sideways, he's the only person I can see leaning against the cream colored wall, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked completely calm but, something about the way he was staring across the room shaking his head made me think he was communicating with something or someone? Maybe he's just thinking?

"Harry. Is someone else is here?" I tried to sound normal, praying it wasn't some prick taking notes.

"No one, they are leaving." Harry grimaced not meeting my eyes.

"Wait who's leaving?" I once again tried to sit up. "Ugh." I put my head back down on the hard hospital bed. I didn't even get a pillow?

"Hey Ashlyn." That is Luke's voice. I know it.

"Is it just Luke?" I clenched my teeth not bothering to answer his worried greeting.

"Nope" Harry said popping the 'p' and crossing him arms against his chest.

"Aha yeah if Ashton's here can you shove his dick down his throat for me?" I smiled at Harry.

"Eh. Maybe not." Harry dropped his glare and laughed.

*authors note*
I have lost contact with Abby so yes I know this chapter is short but until I gain back contact this might be the last chapter 😭🙈

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