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Ashley
By Haylie Jaed

 

I ran.

Shadows fall on yesterday
It's like time just slips away
I'm nothing, darkness follows me
The dawning never shows its head
I'm left dying here instead with nothing
I'm lost without a key
Like the brightest star you shine through

There are two sides to every story, as I'm sure you know. Mine and yours. His and her's. This story is no different. It doesn't even matter that I'm outside in the pouring rain while he's somewhere inside our cozy little house; the stories are still one and the same, just told from different perspectives. Let me take you on the ride that is mine, and mine alone. Feel yourself in my shoes - classic black Chuck Taylor high-tops, soaked through with rainwater that still seems to be making its way up my legs via my dark jeans. It's uncomfortable, but it's the last thing on my mind in this instant.

I can still see him there in my mind's eye, staring down at me. Not in a bad way - he's just taller than me by a good seven or eight inches. His hazel eyes are pleading. Begging. My own blue probably look icy to him, if I've achieved what I wanted to. Nobody can see them now, lost behind brown locks that have slicked down across my forehead. For this I'm glad. I've been crying since the moment I left the house, so they're probably red and puffy by now. I've been running for a long time.

I slip. I fall.

I stay down. I cough and gasp for air, taking in a mouthful of gutter-water instead. I'm going to drown here in this Californian street, alone. It's ironic, really. How many people can say that they go out on the same day that they came in?

None, of course. The dead don't talk.

Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)
Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)

He's calling out to me. I can hear his voice, somewhere off in the distance. It's barely audible over the rain, but it's definitely there. It carries with the wind. Ashley, baby! We're supposed to be having dinner together. A happy birthday dinner for the birthday kids. We're hardly kids anymore, though. And we're hardly happy. I manage to pull my head up far enough so that I can breathe clean, rain-infested air. My arms find my knees and draw them closer to myself in an attempt to chase away the chills. It's pointless. I'm already soaked through.

There are blue and red lights flashing in the near distance, accompanied by a blaring siren. Surely they're not coming for me? I haven't been lying here long enough for anybody to notice and alert authorities. I stay put, watching and listening intently. The ambulance heads straight for me, closely followed by a police car. They're coming so quickly that I can't fight the urge to shut my eyes out of fear of being run over.

The waves crash over me as the cars speed past, not sparing a moment to care that I'm lying here, dying here alone.

It's no wonder crime rates are so high.

If looks could kill you'd be the one
That takes my world and makes me numb
I'm nothing, without you I can't breathe
(I can't breathe)
As the sunlight burns the sky
I see through my obsessive eyes
I'm nothing, without you I can't see
Like the brightest star you shine through

I watch them go, heading in the direction that I've just come from. It sparks something inside of me, knowing that they're heading that way. My head spins; I feel sick to my stomach. Not because of the weather, though. Because in my mind I'm certain that I know exactly where those cars are going, and it scares the hell out of me.

I somehow manage to find my feet amongst all of the water. I stumble at first, but pretty soon routine kicks in and I'm running again. Running back to where I had been running from in the first place. I'm mentally kicking myself for what I've done. Praying that it's not too late. But knowing my luck...

I round a corner.

Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)
Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)

I slip. I fall.

I get up again. A lot of things in life have brought me down, but there's always been one person that's brought me back up again. Thinking about him pulls me along, urges that I run faster until I'm going flat out and couldn't stop if I tried. The house is in plain view now. I can almost smell his sweet scent. See those pleading puppy dog eyes. Hear that strained, begging voice. A sob escapes me, but nobody - not even I - can hear it over the pounding of the rain. I almost slip on the front steps, but manage to make it up in one piece.

The door is exactly how I left it - slightly open, keys hanging in the lock for anybody to see. I grasp it firmly and fling it open further, proppeling myself inside as if my life depends on it.

And honestly, I could swear that it does.

You're the strength I need to fight
You're the reason I still try
I'm the moth and you're the light
Use these wings so I can fly
I can fly

On the couch he jumps, startled; those hazel eyes go wide as they meet my own. His jaw slackens, allowing his mouth to hang open slightly. I stare back, at a loss for words. My mind goes blank, and I can't even remember why I'm standing here. Why I ran. Why I came back. He composes himself and stands. I have to raise my eyes to keep them locked onto his own.

"Ashley...?"

The sound of his voice brings everything back, painfully fast - the fight, the screaming, the crying, the running, the falling. The ending of my entire life. I choke.

"Matt..."

Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)
Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)
Ashley baby, you make me feel so alive
I've got purpose once again (yeah, yeah)

Strong arms snake themselves around me, embracing me as if I've never done anything wrong. If there is a God, this must be what it feels like to be loved by Him. I bury my face in the soft black cotton that is Matt's shirt, drawn closer by the fact that it's so much warmer than I am. What the hell was I thinking, running out into the rain? I cling to him.

"I'm so sorry..." He shushes me, but I go on. "I'm so stupid. Let's never fight again. I love you too much..."

"You came back..."

There was no denying the relief in his voice.

"The ambulance," I blurt out. "I thought it was coming here. I thought you'd..."

I've got purpose once again
I've got purpose once again

He doesn't seem phased by what I've just said. He merely smiles and shakes his head.

"I ruined your day..."

"Our day. And it's not ruined. In fact, it couldn't get any better."

"I don't follow you."

"Ashley, baby..." He plants a few soft kisses on my head. "I'd never do that while you're still alive. You give me purpose."

A/N: so happy waaaaaaay belated birthday to Ashley. XD It took me so long to get this thing done, and I'm not even happy with it. <_< Gahh. Ah well. I hope you like it anyway. I've just been uninspired. The ending is crap, but I couldn't think of anything better. =( I'm sorry.

I don't own Matt. Or Ashley. XD Or the song!! "Ashley" by Escape The Fate. If you haven't heard it, go. Go now!! ...NOW!!

...kthxbye. - I'm so bad at LOLspeak I think I got my goodbye wrong. D=

 

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