Chapter 7: Letting In Then Letting Go

Ashley released herself from the blonde. From the warmth, comfort, and safety she felt. She just let it go, got up off the floor and began to walk away. She ignored her mind telling her to go back and be engulfed by the blonde’s arms again. She just walked away. Away from one of the most gentle persons she’s ever met. She just pushed the bathroom door open and walked away.

I can’t believe she saw all of that. I don’t even know her. Ugh. This is not good. But she was really kind, and soft and caring and pretty. Really pretty. I need to get out of here like now.

Wiping at her eyes Ashley headed to her car.

I’m so lucky everyone is in class right now. Gah if anyone saw me like this I would die. 

Ashley made it to her car, got in and just sat there. Relishing in all that has happened she sighed. She then looked down at her blood stained wrist and knuckles. Staring at the lines formed by the razor blade. At the dried up blood trail marks that were up and down her arm and hand. Then she stared at her knuckles. The open wounds that showed much needed medical assistance. Running her pale fingers over the evidence of her pain.

Ashley: "(whispering) What have I become?"

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Spencer sat there in astonishment as the brunette just up and left. The girl who had been crying into her shoulder for who knows how long just said thanks and left. No explaining her very violent actions, no explaining the reasons behind her tears. She just left.

I need to see if she’s ok. What if she tries to hurt herself again?

With that Spencer got up of the floor and ran out of the bathroom door. She ran down the halls frantically searching for the brunette girl. She than ran to the parking lot and inside a 2008 black Range Rover sat a crying brunette. Spencer made her way over to the car and got in on the passengers side. Without looking up the brunette threw herself onto Spencer and once again cried into her shoulder.

Time passed and Spencer was very uncomfortable as they were one of the worst positions. Someone strewn themselves over the middle of a car to in order cry into your shoulder and you having to meet them half way to hold them and keep them together. Imagine it? So, Spencer saw that the girl wasn’t crying anymore and shifted a little as to show her not so comfortable state. The brunette didn’t move and just left her head on Spencer’s breast.