Ash’s POV

Once I was at the beach, I was free. The waves took away everything. If I died right now, I’d be in a little bit of peace. My anxiety dissipated and my depression was still there but with the crash of the waves, it disappeared slowly. Closing my eyes, I sat down and just listened to the waves crash. What Andy Dawn said to me hurt me deeply. What if I did die instead of Mckendrie, her life would still be normal for her. She’d have her mom and she’d be happier. I really was a fuck up; I lost the one woman I ever truly loved. Right before we graduated from high school, I proposed to her. We were doing so great. She would spend half her time with me and the other half with her mom. I guess that when she was with her mom, she was really with Andy Dawn. I still can’t believe she never told me then. Maybe I would’ve been the dad Andy needed.

I wouldn’t be in BVB but I’d still have my family, my almost wife. Trying to imagine the life we could’ve had was upsetting. We could have been married, had our 4 beautiful kids and a nice home and horses, the life Andy should have gotten. I felt the sun touch my face almost like how Mckendrie used to. Touching my cheek, I felt like she was right beside me, telling me that it would all be okay just like she used to when I had an anxiety attack. I opened twitter and tweeted, “Happy birthday to my beautiful fiancée, the mother of my children. May you rest in peace. I love you Mckendrie.” And then closed the app immediately and silenced my phone.

After about another two hours, I decided it was time to go home. Getting up and going to the car, I felt fatigue so I had the music on and tried not to lose focus. The first 20 something minutes of the ride went okay. I got a bad feeling. I tried to ignore and focus on driving. It felt like something was missing. Ten minutes passed and I still had the feeling. The feeling intensified as I drove around a sharp turn. Slowing down, I prepared to go through the next turn. I saw a car coming towards me and then I heard several loud crunches and then I felt the car flip and lose control before going into darkness.




Kendall’s POV

I was driving home after a day to the beach. Partially through one of the long and sharp curves, I saw a red truck hit a car in front of me. Slamming on the brakes, I watched as the car flipped over and then rolled down the cliff and to the ground far below. Pulling over, I got out and called 911. Slowly climbing my way down the edge after running across traffic, I saw the battered car.

It was upside down with the wheels up in the air. Smoke pillowed out of the engine. The smell of Gas was intoxicating. Going to the driver’s side, I wish I hadn’t. I saw a man lying there bleeding. Kicking the glass out of the window, I checked his pulse. It was there but barely. Seeing a car seat out of the corner of my eye, I checked the car for anyone else.It appeared that the man was alone thank god. The car seats were thrown around and everything was damaged.

A few minutes later, I was met by EMS. A police officer came and asked me what I saw while the paramedics got the man out of the car and to a waiting ambulance. Saying a prayer in my head, I hoped the man made it.


Mckendrie’s POV

I watched as Ashley got in the car and drove away from the beach. Knowing what was about to happen, I tried to warn him but nothing worked. I sat in the passenger seat as I saw the truck cross the double yellow line and then impact Ash’s side of the car. Metal crunched and glass shattered as the car flipped upside down several times and then fell of the road and to the ground, which was a good amount down. The feeling of helplessness over whelmed me. I was literally sitting there watching Ash die and then he would soon be joining be. A tiny woman stuck her hand through the window and checked Ash’s pulse before checking the rest of the car. Sirens were heard in the distance and then I watched as Paramedics took Ash’s battered body from the totaled car.

I sat out of the way of the paramedics (not that I could really be in their way, hello I’m already dead) and watched as they tried to save him. When they ripped his shirt off, they saw his ribs and looked at each other before doing their best to save him. Ash started to flat line. “No! NOOO Ash! You can’t join me! It’s not your time! Stop! You have to go back!” I watched as the life drained from his body and his spirit then sat down next to me. “Ash. You have to go back.”

“But Mckendrie, I don’t know if I want to go back.” he said as he looked into my eyes. Taking in the sight of him, I saw that he was a healthy weight, his eyes sparkled the way they do and his skin glowed. “You have to baby. You have to for our kids. Andy is going to need you more than ever now. She has a lot to tell you. You need to go back. I’m sorry but it has to be this way.” He looked down and said, “alright, but can I hold you and kiss you one last time please.” I pulled him clothes and kissed him passionately.

When we separated I said, “You have to go back and get better. Get healthy and rock your bass in the way only you can do. Live a good life, teach our kids to be good citizens, Move on from me. Find a woman who loves you and love her. I want you too. Please.”
He kissed me and held my hand as he said, “I don’t want to. I want to be yours forever. Please don’t make me move on from you. You’re the only woman I can ever love.” I kissed his nose and said, “Ash, you need to. You have too. I want you to. Do it for me. Please. I’m sorry we couldn’t have the relationship you deserved while I was alive but you deserve one. You have to let go of me. I’m just a ghost.”

“Alright. I’ll always love you Mckendrie Coleman. Always and forever.” I smiled to him and waved as he was then transported back to his body. The Paramedic hit his friend and yelled, “Turn the sirens on, he’s breathing again.” the ambulance then rushed its way through traffic. I heard the female paramedic say, “one of the officers say the found car seats in the back, and this guy’s alive because he’s fighting for his kids. We can’t fail him Steve, we Cant.” The guy patted the girl’s shoulder and said, “I know Mary, I know.” they then worked on him and tried to stabilize him.

Even in death I still don’t understand the medical mumbo jumbo the paramedics say as their trying to save one. About five minutes from the hospital, Ash flat lined again. Standing over his body, I was ready to make sure he went back. When he didn’t return to me, his heart began to beat again. Arriving at the hospital, I watched as he was rushed away.



Andy’s Pov

Jinxx called the authorities and then gave the information. We all watched as his face fell. He hung up and said, “its him. He was in the car.” Everyone was taken into a group hug and we all cried. We all held each other and the kids. A police officer showed up and then asked us questions about Ash. After he finished, a paramedic spoke with me after I handed Eve over to CC. “I’m the paramedic that was in the ambulance your friend was in.” I nodded and the man continued, “Anyways, I want to tell you that I hope your friend makes it. It didn’t look good in the ambulance; he flat lined twice but came back on his own each time.” more tears rolled down my cheeks.

The guy pulled me into a hug and said, “your friend fought this far, and he’s going to make it. He was in horrible condition when we had him, the doctor will be able to help him more now. He’ll make it.” I thanked the guy and went back to everyone. “The guy said he thinks Ash will make it because he flat lined 2 times already and came back on his own.” Jinxx asked the most heart-breaking thing I’ve ever heard, “do you think Daddy saw Mommy?” we all hugged each other and cried. It was late so Sammi and Jinxx left with the kids while Jake stayed by Andy Dawn’s bedside. CC and me waited for information on Ash.


Information was released about the accident and the news and twitter was having a field day. I tweeted, “Ash was in a car accident a few hours ago. Please keep positive thoughts for him and his kids. I’ll update you all when I know more. He’s in surgery now.” a small woman came over to us and asked, “Your friend was in the accident right?” we nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. “I saw the accident happen and was the person to call 911. I came to see if they had any news on how he’s doing.” I pulled the lady into a hug and said, “thank you for calling 911. He’s in surgery now. We haven’t been told much. We found out he flat lined 2 times in the ambulance though.”

She hugged me back and handed me a paper with her number and name on it and said, “please let me know if he’s okay.” I nodded and thanked her again. She left and then it was just CC and I. Going back on twitter I tweeted, “I just met the woman who called 911 and saw the accident. Thank you for helping him. I can never thank you enough.” Time ticked by as we waited. Finally after four hours of waiting, a doctor came out to us.


“Your friend is very lucky. He flat lined 2 times in the ambulance and then once on the OR table. Right now, we have him in a medical induced coma to reduce brain swelling. When the car landed upside down, he hit his head. He has a concussion from the several times his head made impact with the steering wheel and dashboard. His back is badly fractured and will need more surgery in the future. His fingers were broken when the car impacted with the ground the final time. He has some serious bruising which will fade over time as with the lacerations from the glass. Right now, if he makes it through the night, he will have a long recovery. Also, when we were in surgery, we discovered hundred of self harm marks and also that he is severely under weight, dehydrated and nutrient deprived.”

“Oh my god.”

“Because he is underweight, his healing will take longer. We are slowly pumping the nutrients and liquids he needs VIA IV. Did your friend suffer with self image?”

CC answered, “partially. When he was younger, he was hospitalized for his eating disorder and went to rehab for his self-harm. He was clean from both for over 7 years until his fiancée died recently. He got depressed and has had many anxiety attacks since her death.”

“Alright. Is he suicidal?”

“He might be. We’re not sure. We have been helping him as much as we can with his eating disorder. Our friend Jake usually tries to make sure he eats and then doesn’t throw it up afterwards.” The doctor left and we called to update everyone. It was a long day and I don’t think we’re getting sleep anytime soon.

Notes

hey guys! :/ its a bit rushed but that's okay cause its what it needs to be. I lied, ash isn't okay. :( anyways,

lets stay stong, set the world on fire and show these fools what we're capable.

we're living in a world of fools. lets stand tall and bring the heaven gates down. lets never stop until we reach our dreams. I believe in each and EVERY one of you. never forget. I love you no matter what. so tonight, remember someone loves you.

-ASH