Ashes And Roses

Chapter One: Beginning

Lola gazed out her window, tears streaming down her cheeks. Nothing had gone right that day, and it seemed everyone was mad at her. She sighed. "It doesn't matter." She whispered to no one in particular. "I can just go to sleep and escape it all. I'll be fine."

She stood up, walked to her bed, and threw herself down onto the cloud-like comforters. Thoughts of the day's experiences rushed through her head until she finally fell asleep, not waking for eleven hours.

*Switches to Ashley's pov*
"Nononono." I reread the last message Lola sent me for what seemed like the millionth time.
"I honestly just can't do this anymore. Everyone is pissed at me for something I didn't do, and I can't get away. I need out."
Panic rose in my chest as horrible thoughts bubbled in my mind, making tears sting at my eyes. Why does this always happen? Maybe I should explain what happened.

Kylie, a girl at Lola's school, started a rumor that Lola had fucked Kylie's boyfriend after football practice on Tuesday, which obviously didn't happen, but that didn't stop people from believing it. That's not necessarily what was bothering Lola, though. What it was that was bothering her was that her old best friend believed it and actually carried it out.
"UGH!" I yelled out. The thought of this happening to Lola angered me more than words could describe. What made matters worse was that I could do absolutely nothing about it. Living approximately 4,000 miles away from someone can definitely make it a little bit difficult to be there in person.
Finally, after clinging to my eyes for so long, my tears began to flow, first only a few at a time, then a constant river paired with sobbing. If something happened to her, I- I don't know what I would do.

*Back to Lola's pov, 1st person*

When I finally woke up, it was dark. I must've slept for a long time. I pushed my lilac hair out of my face and rubbed my eyes. Then suddenly it all hit me like a truck. "Oh, fuck," I said to myself. I stood up and began pacing. I picked up my phone to check my messages- Ashley was probably dying right now. "Hey. Sorry I left, I took a nap, needed a break. Didn't mean to make you worry." I typed in, then sent it.
She didn't respond, she was probably asleep or something, she did live in a different time zone. Deciding not to text her again, I put in my earbuds and put my favorite song on loop. Who cares if I eventually get sick of it?
After just sitting there listening to it for quite some time, I got a notification on my phone. "About damn time she answered me," I said sarcastically. But it wasn't her. It was a number I still had saved from when we were friends. Anne. "Hey, dear. I don't mean to burst your bubble, but everyone knows you fucked Adam after football practice, in case you didn't know. You filthy whore. Nobody likes you. Poor guy only got with you because he felt bad for your ugly ass, might as well forget that he might have feelings for you. Also, stop trying to act like we're friends. That ended when you decided to sleep around. Can't be friends with a slut. Sorry, boo."
I threw my phone across my room, not thinking that it might break. Tears were already streaming my face. "Why the fuck do they do this!?" I screamed, balling up my fists.
Suddenly, all my sadness was gone, replaced with rage and adrenaline. I stood up, slamming my feet on the ground as I did so. I stormed across the room and picked up my phone from the floor, shoving in my pocket. I got a bag and filled it with various items for when I got there.
I got there within a few minutes. I planted my feet on the lush, green grass. "Okay I'm doing this. Don't turn back now," Approaching the house, I removed the knife from my bag without slowing. I got to the secret entrance Anne showed me when we were little, a little place where I could climb onto the balcony with ease. I got to the door, praying it was unlocked as usual. Gladly, it was. Sliding the door open as quietly as possible, I stepped in the room and stood, towering over the small figure that was Anne asleep on the bed. "I'm going to kill Anne."