Chapter 11: Based on true events:
*Ashley's Perspective:*
'Not again.'
The thought flooded my mind for what seemed like the millionth time, hoping that this time really was a joke. The third time's a charm right? Flat out WRONG. I'm tired of hearing or seeing those three or four little words, I'm tired of crying myself to sleep or just plainly crying.Or having to bottle my emotions and not let her see or know I'm hurt. Yea sure she's strong but maybe this time it'll take her away from us. From me. I shouldn't think like this again, I don't want to. I'm not going to. The last time I did, had done enough damage to her, I didn't mean to hurt her I just didn't want to know the truth. I went over my part of the conversation that made my head hurt. 'No, don't! Stop lying to me.' My mom flinched at the words I spat at her. I knew I shouldn't be thinking of myself, it wasn't the time or place to. I could do that on my own time. 'I-I don't mean it, I'm not lying I'm only being completely honest.' That night I over heard my parents talking. 'She'll come around. Don't worry.' My mom sniffles a bit. 'I know she just needs to take some time to come around. She needs to let it settle in.' Wednesday came in. Breaking my thoughts. "Why so down my little clown?" I looked up wiping my face. "Nothing just thinking. Hungry?" I walked from the couch to the fridge. "Yea." she hesitated to say something else. "Ash it's ok she'll get better." I snapped back, "WHAT, LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES? WHAT IF THIS TIME IS DIFFERENT? HUH?" I stopped and calmed myself down. "Sorry." "It's ok, your obligated to get mad sometimes. Especially over this." She hugged me sympathetically.
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FanfictionAshley and Wednesday have waited since freshman year to move to Australia, on the last day of being seniors at IHS (Ithaca High School) they are finally ready to move to start there new lives, not realizing that they move in right next to world famo...
