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Ashley sat in the quad skateboard beside her waiting for class to start. Twenty minutes until the bell rang. Why she arrived at school early on this no one nor she knows. She just decided too. Ashley just sat there watching all her peers passerby. Then one girl with beautiful radiant blonde hair sped by her. Ashley didn’t catch her face, but only a glimpse of piercing blue eyes.

I wonder who that was. Hmm. Maybe I’ll see her later.

Someone then threw themselves beside her and Ashley looked to see Aiden sitting there looking at her giving her all the condolences he could through his eyes, as he knew what the day was,

Aiden: "Hey Ash how are you?"

Ashley: "How the hell do you think I am Aiden? Today is the day my father died seven years ago. How would you feel knowing you were the reason your father is dead?! Huh Aiden how would you fucking feel."

Aiden just stared at her in shock. Unaware of what to say next. Than his eyes clouded over with anger.

Aiden: "You know what Ashley. I am sick and tired of this shit every single year. When this day comes you are a complete bitch to all that care about you. We are only trying to help but all you do is shut us out even more. Fucking talk to us Ashley. Let you’re dad’s death go. You didn’t kill him. None of it is your fault so stop blaming yourself. You need to let it go. You need to let him go once and for all. I’m only trying to help Ash."

He put a helping hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it off. She turned her head and glared at him.

Ashley: "I don’t need your fucking help Aiden! I don’t need anyone’s help. So, stop it! Just stop it! Stop caring, stop telling me it’s all going to be ok Aiden because it never is."

With that she shot up from the ground grabbed her very little school stuff and rode off on the four wheels that was her safe haven. She rode off to the bathroom. Getting off her board she opened the door to the restroom and ran to the sinks. She opened her bag shuffling through it finding a pencil pouch that didn’t hold what it was meant to hold. She pulled out the shiny silver blade, looked at it and directed it towards her left wrist. Her shaking hand pressed the blade into raw flesh, reopening a cut that was made the day before. Blood poured out of the old yet new wound. Ashley had pressed harder this time revealing flesh that had not yet been in the presence of air. She dropped the metallic object into the sink along with herself. She fell onto the ground holding her wrist in pain.

Just then the door burst open and in walked in a beautiful blue eyed blonde. She curiously looked at the brunette girl on the floor. Then she saw the girl’s right hand covered in blood holding a bleeding left wrist. She looked to the sink where lay a razor blade in a small puddle of blood.

Looking up from the floor Ashley lifted her beach sand colored eyes and looked at the blonde straight in her ocean blue eyes. The ocean hit the sand, the moisture causing the sand to dampen for the first time in years and a small tear escaped Ashley’s eyes.

Ashley: "(whispering) I want my dad back."

–once again sorry if it’s major suckage i am very ehem surprised yet sad about my father trying to kill himself…so yeah i hope you like it though….