my bracelets are sitting on the table next to his bed in a pile. i turn his arm over to look at his wrist.
i shouldn't have done that.
there were cuts, new and old littering his upper arm.
"ash.." i sigh, closing my eyes. "i though you told me you stopped. but it's my fault, isn't it? fuck. you wanted to crash, didn't you?"
ashton tried to kill himself because of me. because he stopped trusting me. i fucking left him broken.
i start hyperventilating. i start shaking and crying and i can't make it stop. i let out a strangled cry and through my blurred vision i can see a nurse run in. she yells something out and another nurse comes in with a needle.
and i black out.